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yay, you love someone. that's hope. and if it goes unrequited, that is fate, let you return to stone. hope is love, no less. lost is petrified desire, set in the stone, you turn to posession. often do we consume our love, often will our consumption come back to haunt us.
we dream perfect dreams and talk to people older than us that at one time had perfect dreams too, only now lost. i've never read a poem that made me cry, yet i've cried for poetry. duality,
posted by that_robot @ 10:44 PM
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sometimes i have dreams i making love to someone, except they have no face, only an abstraction. my sense of beauty has become a mere abstraction i see in bed next to me. i imagine the things they say to me and say hello, let's catch up. too late.
the amount of wet dreams males have corresponds inversely with the amount of masturbation they perform.
xerox candy bar, by richard brautigan.
ah,
you're just a copy
of all the candy bars
i've ever eaten.
so i'm not going to japan this year. the stuff i read online makes nova out to be the worst of corporations, meh. anyways, how have you been?
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