A song he gave to me...

I already gave it to someone else.

Poetic hearts are a liability. Increased susceptibility to polarity.

Growing weary of symbolism. Even so I was tempted to follow that up with bird-bones. Ugh.

I just wanna go to Orlando and enjoy not being a punk but going to punk shows anyway.

Or maybe I'll just paint instead. OK.

(The echoes in this place make me feel like I'm not alone.)

What am I looking for? It's been more than 3 years. The trail has gone cold.

It's like I believe the wild theories put forth by my dreams. But in reality, I'm sure somebody else has just happened to have adopted his old handle.

That my heart pounded with such hope and apprehension blows my mind.

How fucking irrational can one get.

Jesus.

Foot, mouth

Open antpile, insert stick.

Interactions begging for reaction but there's no room for footnotes in reality, no matter how beautiful the story.

Oh.. oh.. see, there goes the proportion. You've gone and messed up the proportion again.

This is a place not sacred nor hidden.

Just this place like one I once knew.

And I hate to chisel in stone, but.

I don't understand, motive or impulse or resignation.

And I couldn't hear them but I could hear you. And even in these echoes expect I hear you more than you heard yourself.

I hope you forget. I hope all comes to naught. I hate the mocking overlay. I hate your nervous laughter. The sudden flight from reason.

My silence is like so many mincing steps.

No, you are not beholden to me. I am not your mother. You are right. Because I won't raise my voice, won't extract vengeance. I am so many beats of silence.

Understand: I am risk averse. It comes in part with rationality. It's left in part by blunt forces.

What are you slave to? It's something beyond fear. I cannot see it. I cannot understand it. I do not accept your reasoning.

I will not accept that it is a lie I cherish.

No outlet. No recourse.

Don't take this to heart. I stopped shaking a while ago. I am tired. Baseless.

I know these words. So well that I know how powerless they are.

Please.

Why?

Google Voice

Been playing around, trying to get a neat number for myself. I'd prefer a 407, but we'll see.

Here are open ones I've come across that were atleast almost amusing.
(810) 689-GTFO
(860) 631-RAWR
(559) 949-RAWR
(570) LOL-WUT7
(530) WUT-U-SAY
(260) TOTS-RAD
(256) 2PE-WPEW
(708) WOO-XKCD
(615) BOOM-LHC
(708) 3RG-SPEK
(484) RAR-TREX
(347) 8CY-LONS
(708) HOB-BIT5

I'll make one eventually.

Dear? Oh! Dear.
Sometimes I've gotta wonder if you find my stock in rationality misplaced.
But I think that it's poets that have got us thinking that love short of obsession is lacking.


And when it comes down to it, love, I don't see that there's much that we lack.

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