Oh aching anti drama
Dissipate tonite
Brighten my face
And rain on my head
Raspy voice virgin Mary
In your triangle temple
Painting yourself to be a figurine
This ritual is eerily loaded.
While the boys play football
You prepare me for my service
And the black leafed rugs are placed
I am scared but you toughen me up
All those years of smoking
And wild kinectic routines
I wake to find my arms are warm
The cells convening
All that grayness has gone
What have you done?
Was I housing a demon
That cancelled my creations
And damaged my daylight?

#dream

that fucked up fish
makes a delicious dish

#catfish

buy the best and you only cry once.
-a chinese proverb, as told by barrett austin

those who live below their means suffer from a lack of imagination.
-andy warhol, cecil beaton, or oscar wilde, as told by barrett austin

your art is never oppressively overlaboured and that’s why i love you.
you make it look easy.
you let us not know your painstaking attention to detail.
we do know tho, in the undercurrent, by ommision of noticeable faults.

you wink and smirk at us.
you’re too smart and you know it.
and you bring us pleasure with these things that you make to delight us.
like a party, like a poem, like a slide that fascinates the class.
if not pretty, at least clean.

oh your lightness of hand and just a peak at your heavy heart.
you remind us we are members of the human nature club living in the
real world. but you never make us suffer in the mire.

it’s ok when you show us the darkness, bc you make it pleasing to the
palette or at least smoothly digestible, just a little jump in the
heart, a mogul on a ski slope, a bump on a rollercoaster.

let us laugh together at the unnegotiable terms of our fate with you.
we nod our heads.
or scratch them for a sec.
you never punish us for your sweat and tears.

as in all your efforts, you do it right with nothing to prove.

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a love freed from demand.

a conversation with no consequences other than further talk.

this new relational mode can only survive if it is sequestered from
the rest of the world.

-notes from intimacies, by leo bersani and adam phillips

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elevator piece I.
find yourself in an elevator with another soul.
if you like their style,
make it known.

afternoon slump piece I.
take one shot of espresso, no sugar.
learn one new fact.

Oh fucking backpack
How I deplore thee.
Why all the straps and padding and patches andrubber?
Do you find these sporty patterns of aesthetic value?
Because the function is lost on me.
Oh why the water bottle?
What microbes doth thee house?
Must you weight down your carrier so?
Do you find yourself necessary amidst one thousand delis?
Water in a glass remains a complimentary token at any establishment.
But woe, you find yourself unfit to enter…
As you are wearing a backpack.

chore piece I.
think of one task you dread doing.
identify the psychoanalytic reason for dreading it.

shower piece I.
acknowledge injustices.
take one shower in tepid water.
pat dry with a turkish waffle towel.