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Hah, we’re connected somehow! I said “If you can’t fuck em joing em.” But its nice hearing you say no more talking, no more heart beating, and no more dreams.

Reading, cooking, west wing, loud music, meditation, exercising, writing, painting make me happy right now.
Chewy habits, impatient people, fear, fetishes make me mad right now.
Vulnerability, simplicity, sunshine, the point of no return, area connection make me lethargic right now.

Last night was difficult to comprehend. I was sitting on a normal toilet in a very un-normal house. It curved this way and that but was pencil straight in others. My mind zoomed in on the bathroom and there were no walls on one side, it was like a doll house, charming yet breezy. You are mine, garlic. I was sitting there, elbows on my hard knees, hands cupping the underside of my chin and my fingers sliding up to the corners of my eyes (the part we used to pull back to look chinese). You came up to me, I didn’t mind I was only doing the number two and we’re friends, friends pop in sometimes. You have no control over what your bowels do. You farted on right by my stooped over face, I sat there with my fingers sliding up to my not so chinese cornered eyes. I finished, I can’t remember who did the wiping or if the wiping even got accomplished but we ran down the crooked stairs. Once I fell on your back and you kept going while I clung. We burst through the door and you let me fall, it was supposed to happen. We ran through the green green grass and weed seeds flew this way and that making me think that we were in a movie. I had a flashback to grade school when some friends tried to fix their problems in a park. It was a disturbing memory for some reason, back then thats just how things were done, they were fixed, while today things are supposed to be accepted.

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