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what’s the thing about relationships.

consisting of you and you.

you see the person and you meet.

they’re pretty and you seem to get along.

you feel a connection and they don’t.

oh maybe they do, but not like you.

you feel overwhelmed.

you are so engulfed in the existence of this human body.

and they like you.

hahahaha. they like you.

but not like you.

and sooner or later they learn this.

they leave.

you’re sick.

no they’re sick.

you’re right.

no you’re right.

you’re right.

you’re always right.

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Boring doorknobs. Why don’t you just buy handles and make everyone happy? Because you spent it all on the doorknobs.

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There’s this woman model I keep seeing at work in pictures wearing the latest clothes. I want to find out who she is and fuck her brains out.

/ \/

Trapped inside a mind of awful wishes.

And the gates are closed for repair.

But it doesn’t look like anythings going to get fixed.

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Sometimes reflectors can get so bright from the sun’s glorious rays that they appear as headlights. Headlice. Damnit it was so good why’d you have to fuck it up?

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you are not in love with her.

you are in love with the perfect character your imperfect mind has created.

the flaws that build her character.

they are beautiful.

they flow through neurons and explode to ecstasy.

there is no space in your imagination.

yet you still find room to feel her up.

she’s a girl you can bring home to mommy.

this is what your mind says.

and you’re mind is a big fat liar.

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to love is oxymoronic.

and preached to morons.

but it’s a moron’s world.

embrace the stupidity because it’s the only way you can be happy for at least a second. idiot.

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A stupid stupid stupid facility where humans are inbreds. In beds.