miss you, thanks

i think maybe the bad feelings i am feeling are a quesadilla scorned. that is lucky for the two big glasses of wine to either side of my computer. lucky for me too? for us? donkey kong?

i had thanksgiving with my family. next to my parents' house's little downstairs bed is a pocket george carlin quote book on the nightstand and seeing it made me miss george. he joked with real feeling and he knew how to use words either for or against his audiences.

one birthday in high school sam gave me rant in e-minor and i would fall asleep to it downstairs. bill died when i was 6 in atlanta. our kitchen then had fresh pine green grout and for five minutes every school day while mom made breakfast i would throw an afghan over the floor vent and curl up in my clothes on my side between this blanket and the new tile in a blow of warm air. and like a fetus i would listen to her tv for bush and hussein and clinton and gays in the military to make news on our refinished countertop. bill's material was still fresh in high school. and is today. i also miss bill.

what else should i say about thanksgiving? i hope i'm not feeling the turkey. i ate this quesadilla for lunch but have felt crummy all day. and in my sleep. and last night. i was bumped into first class both ways so maybe that could be it.

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these cuttlefish

Man our moon looks good. Like an infinite dimensional curve in either direction of the toilet. Like a bird eye. Like autocorrect poetry. Like me!

But I bet all people look at their moons that way.

Do straight people exist?

Yes, I believe they do. There is a continuum, right? And people should be able to have happiness all in one place. I have biblical knowledge of womanhood and while it wasn't for me in a long-term way it's nice to know about. But you do not need to know everything to be happy.

(i'm drinking)

any excuse that works for you i get to use too, which is all my fault. right?

guilt is this ethical quality i keep hearing of as if to suggest that i do not really know. well i do really know (i'm drinking here) but don't think it's our problem. mine, i mean.

pronouns were a bad choice, obviously, but that isn't my problem either.

fellas, fellas

i feel the flying saucers abducting my decoy. like i am loosing weight in my playlist or youtube or whatever. i feel like that at least.

ppppps

YOU ARE NO FUN

fellas

dear fellas with dream color eyes,
there is a problem with your perfect face. i saw this facebook picture of your halloween costume and i thought the letters on your hood were supposed to be backward. but the picture is obviously of a mirror so it's only turned around. then i saw the problem with your face: it is perfectly symmetrical. you look exactly the same in a mirror, which is weird. anyway, i still want your dick. do you eat brunch?

pppps

IT'S A METAPHOR

personal color

ben says we could have sex if it were justified like it automatically makes sense to him that sleeping with me is justifiable. well it certainly is nice that he treats me with love instead of respect but it is tricky to talk about. i can neither love nor respect anyone 'cause it's all about me. i just get attention and it's fun and easy. or beautiful.

hurry please, sensible faith

maybe like a thimble or thumb thing. just draw attention to it in general. that has to be healthy, right? i hope so. yeah.

BOOHOOFORTZFORTZFORTZ

let us pile the pillows and cushions into a fort
then let us pretent to cry about our failure as
TWO HARD CORE PORN TWINKS

TRCOBLTSM

"jesus' shit, judas' jizz"
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oiu

our shit smells the same
if we play a no good game
w/ ur dir ty name

planning parenthood

1. kill her while she's down
2. fuck her while she's dead

2-3

Stonewall
Versailles
Sophia
Brooks
Waning
Gibbous
Moon

confidence recipe

some stuff is happening and stuff is short for emotional stuff. i try to put it in, pull it apart, and poop it out like eating. that is short for survival, digestion, and nutrition. it's going ok or even really well. just cannot be too obvious about it. you know.

Things I Fucking Love, Vol. 14

not to mention comprehension

future tops

in my parents' house's downstairs bathroom shower how ok is it to fuck my phantasm teenaged boy body whose ripe asshole was forbidden fruit at the time? it's pretty ok in a teen wet dream time machine shower hour ('cause that's how long the hot water lasts), right?

i'm like a big and thoughtful cucumber. i have one thing to say very slowly and it makes a lot of cucumber sense. i am talking to myself now which is unlike me. the water is hot.

let's sit on the little seat in the shower mould with you on me and the shaky sliding fiberglass door. hold yourself. open your eyes. see that cock? we are the same! enjoy it while you can sweet child, the water is still warm.

he means i am proud of this curiosity or jealousy or whatever about your confusion in a timely dream like some perfect accident. and he means well. oh no, you already came! it's time to stop now. the water isn't hot anyway.

basically i will fuck the fantasy of any memory of me after the habitat for humanity day when i think i was like 14 and 1/2. when masturbation was an education or an invention or something. when i could have been the thomas edison of slutty fruits and vegetables.

cellular miracle

bigger stakes inside my head. please remember that i tried. temptation does not taste of ash (until it is satisfied).



i keep him in his upstairs room (with the stakes) where he plays just my games. we play them together and love each other like boys past bedtime.

other people's better things are all around but they don't belong. i will build this house until the cellular miracle is too good to pretend.

your better things aren't mine but you are.

up past bedtime,

—scott