It is all too possible that this meant nothing to you. Does the regeneration of our cells side by side under one duvet mean nothing to you? Muscles regrew. Tissue repaired. Mutual restoration, non exclusive. The romantics of it all. I must diminish myself. I want to be small, and then I want to be nothing.
Listen, when this happens (I'm working on making this happen) I need you to look for me. I have been leaving you clues all along.
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Im killing myself

Cuz u were way too pussy to talk to me
And u would have had to beat it out of me
Before I ever said I was watching u

I want to know when ur around
Even if I feel like a fool
Looking in the mirror in ur room

So many artists work a 9 to 5 make it stop spite

So many good artists work 9-5 it's crazy, chat find solutions for a revolution

Oomfs were sleeping on Spite. Even my irls threatened to spite ME after I created Spite.

But NONE can dampen the CALL of the PEOPLE when they are joined together and amplified by the editorial embrace of a Literary Magazine.

The 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕤 gathers us into a beam of startling ferocity, and honesty, like light shooting from a glass and illuminating everything in sight...

𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶,
-͓̽-͓̽~͓̽~͓̽𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗-͓̽-͓̽~͓̽~͓̽

So it's really convenient

Or when goofy likes your insta story. But it’s too late to delete it or to take it off the wall of the gallery where he is accosting you with his characteristic sliminess. I feel bad for the guy but I wish he hated me.

How do you prepare for the ramifications of something so instantly meaningful that you might be unable to see it? It’s painful to stare into the sun. So much so that you blink and look away and 20 years later think: this could have given me life. Get a sunburn.

You would have loved slaves

shout out to top of the blanket goes under your shoulder bottom of the blanket goes under your toes. cocooned up like a motherfucker

I haven’t had that feeling in years, too much estrogen. Where you see something on the internet and it’s so hot that you have to stick your hand down your pants. I mean, I masturbate all the time. But I haven’t felt that full body possession since I was a little kid.

Who would be interested in standing in front of a group of people at a bar or cultural venue in New York City and reading Spite posts that you may or may not have written?

Out loud, that is...

Please inquire below.

SLOW

I think I’m so fucking smart because I have a psychology degree. I think I’m so fucking advanced. I think I know better than my parents and everyone. The way I act is so primitive. I get drunk off the same shit liquor my ancestors did and come home and clear a space to sleep on. I clear the clutter. I masturbate until I fall asleep like a fucking baboon.