Insufficient and delirious. Today was a mark on the perfection of God. Oh how she mocks.
Another potential, gone. Went out Tuesday, had deep intellectual conversation, experimented with sentence structure, fondled movies with my mind… It was like breathing Perrier Air in comparison to the mundane, everyday bullshit city smog.
No. Of course he would sound broken and unsubmitting over the telephone last night, declaring his timidity and wariness with seeing someone intimately, or at all. I tried to be unapproachable as to my un-sober demeanor. He rambled on; something about us eventually disagreeing on things and not really comprehending each other’s natures. “Welcome to the joy of compromise, fag.”
I’ll burn his fake blue flower tonight, in honor of the acidity of love.
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