this is not a real post, it is lazy tuesday. the following paragraphs are the only thing i accomplished today. that, and i learned about string theory from 'skippy dies'. also, i read a poem out loud and i pretended i was john green and i feel like i was perhaps able to absorb a bit of the power and certainty his words often have. i was also a knight in world history and learned about vagabondage from the internet which is actually not a sex thing. i like how i did not learn any of those things from school. see the example below:
The sun beat down on the city and it was hot against his
skin. He could feel the blood pulsing through his arteries. He thought of his
wife, his beautiful wife with her wet eyes and chapped red mouth. He wants to
make her happy. He wants them to be happy together.
He stops
and picks out twelve red roses from the flower vendor. He trades his money with
its grimy papery smell for their faint perfume. X walks home, turns the key in
the lock and there they are. She’s bent over the table with her hair hanging
over her face. He’s fucking her. X can’t see can’t breathe and he tastes his
pulsing red blood in his mouth and they haven’t seen him so he very quietly
closes the door stands outside and waits for a while.
This is a slightly more mediocre continuation or perhaps prequel to my last paragraph which you may or may not remember. control f honey. i don't think his name is going to be x, i just couldn't think of one that wouldn't remind me of someone. i want him to be a tabula rasa.
i'm swishing with salt water and it's really more salt than water and it sort of burns my tongue. i have to do this so that the orthodontist tomorrow doesn't yell at me about my swollen gums... for some reason.
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