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With my breasts if you think they’ll help you become a better man.
With my body if you find peace at home.
With my mind if you need hope.
But never play with my heart.
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Brief Interviews with Hideous Men by David Foster Wallace
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Scream
At all the rats in the sewers, if it helps you to reflect on how much of a dick you are.
Rent
She forced him to sell his cock, to people who were willing to pay for 2 inches.
You Don’t Get
To enjoy every second of your life.
I own it.
It’s my life.
You don’t get to enjoy every second of my life.
I own it.
I plucked you out like wild hairs, peeping out from my bikini.
Call it whatever.
You don’t get anything.
Who You Are
I ain’t that.
I ain’t down with that.
I ain’t calling that.
I ain’t that.
Fuck it!
You’re a piece of shit.
Shock Therapy
I pretended to be elsewhere.
Really I was here, or rather nearby.
I stared into your main and vied for your attention.
I didn’t sleep until? Well, never.
I relied upon the moment and the stupidity of ‘good advice.’
I floated back down to my senses and made a cup of tea.
Tired AF
I forget when I last rested.
The days are blended and the nights sometimes freeze through.
I’m focused.
For once and maybe more?
What day was it due?
All Inspired
I was placed here.
I grew.
I’ve grown.
I’m still growing.
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They would like to participate in your event when they’re riding along for free.
They tag along right beside you when the attention is warm, and the vibe feels right. I guess I automatically become a log fire, lit and burning bright during the winter nights.
Until nothing but cold ash moves gently, like a man that just been shot five times in his right leg. Then pain is evident, but the blood eventually starts to curdle.
I know nothing.
I know that I know nothing.
I know you’re tired of thinking it.
They limp beside me in fake association when I call out for help. The dialogue translates into this:
Me: Help me!
Them: I’m here.
Me: The problem is…
Them: I’m here to help but I’ve just got to run home and turn off the oven. I’ll be right back!
11 days later
Me: #Winning
Them: Hey! Hope you’re well. I was just thinking about you.
Me:
Deep in the forests, they shaded life away from my existence.
Out on the open road, they would like to ride shotgun.
Far into the ocean heads are held underwater for a least 11 minutes.
Look up into the sky and watch me glide over my consciousness.
Hmm
I’ve paused for 29 minutes.
Lingering around, thinking.
Plotting.
Narrative!
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Your best life.



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