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.
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.
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?
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.
maybe like a thimble or thumb thing. just draw attention to it in general. that has to be healthy, right? i hope so. yeah.
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
"jesus' shit, judas' jizz"
- a satisfied parishioner
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.
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.
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
i have a fantasy in which u r jealous of my relationship w/ ur mom b/c i have another fantasy in which ur mom is really cool & i have that fantasy b/c u said ur mom is really cool & i believe everything u say. if u have cool momz this post is about U!
i actually had a really great time @ space camp even though my model rocket didn't take off and i cried about it.
i no ur not b/c of ur overt charm & ur dead eyes & ur user-agent. nice try, robot menace attempt!
next time makeout w/ some1 cuter and perfecter than me & i'll believe ur 2nd r8 charade. human intrigue seduction ritualz r my 4té, bitch.
