You Can’t Send That To Germany
I hooked up the Xbox I’d included in the hamper to the second monitor on the counter and spoke to him about limerence while I played Assassin’s Creed.
i am sad on the 438x right now
Hey you, you’re going the opposite direction I am. It’s 7:34pm on a Friday and your destination is Abbotsford? The bus stop on this side of the street is much warmer but you won’t give it a chance!
Sushi for the Soul
“You know it’s funny — I never realised how shy you actually are. I always just thought you were playing disaffected bitch for customers at work.”
You, The Sexless Beast
Absent the comparative emotions of desire, intimacy of any kind is charged; nothing represents sex and so everything represents sex.
The Scholar & The Athlete
But when the Scholar goes home she thinks about the Athlete. She thinks about her while she takes off her skirt and her bra. She fucks herself with her fingers, and wonders what the Athlete is doing.
The Reel and the Hyperreal
machine without a body, in and out, great free floating brain caressed, gentle movements across a neglected being, emaciated, feeble, shaking and quivering moanbreaths, in and out
Curse Universal
Alpha widowed and exiled from a dream. Siberian winter delirium, or maybe just mold poisoning.
PASSION 4 FASHUN: Ontology of the slippage (of sorts)
Let me elucidate: I know I shouldn’t be so comfortable sitting right up against strangers on the bus.
An Unspoken Agreement (with Someone Buried)
It is dangerous, to choke out their dreams in dirty water.
On Esoterislop
My following applauds, “found footage of griffins” and “me at the Shambhala store”, and that “the scallion is the best-known symbol of beauty and love”.
Where is My Muse
Threaded through one is a strip of red satin, its loose ends unravelling, dragging on the floor below.
The Seven Hours In Between
I am worried that we could lose and even more worried that the game will only get to day three.