pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so
LOOK, FOOL--"LOOK, FOOL— I LOVE YOU." —the little girl screams (and shouts and sobs), but she's not a little girl anymore, if she's old enough to love you like this. Love you with her clear, fierce gaze and fists balled at her sides while you're backed against a wall six lonely feet away. Love you with angry tears rolling down her cheeks like molten everything she's ever wanted which is you, you, oh god, you. Pan to the sidelines, where her two friends watch and bicker and mock like, "this is love?"LOOK, FOOL--
If this is love, then (the two onlookers don't want to be in love, their h
like fun you are
Content
I'm drawing you a picture, lol.
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"So it Goes"
BODY MASSAGE!
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give me some time...i just need a little time...
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