With Me

Hey! I love you!
I want to die with you!

I want to give you a pantsuit and turn you into a hobbit.

It's so hard I want to kill!

It's so bad I don't want it!

It's tearing, tearing, tearing, feeble!

Fetid, torrid, fecal, fetal!

Foal, doe, colt, coddle.

Famish, rearrange, exercise, feel better.

I don't matter what I am...

Everything else must disappear for me to know what is true and real.

I need to dig deeper...

Sexy does not. I cannot feel. I do not know.

It needs to be better. I can imagine.

It feels good... I will get better...

I will break my own heart and make myself cry; it is a good night.

I will see him; I will show him.

I will read her. I will know how.

I will not lose myself.

3 episodes of the Office, season 8.

My bloody experiences. My painful body, my lesser mind.

It wraps and wraps and wraps and gives. Squeezing tightly, getting numb.

Happy actualization.   I know   I just know.

It's real, it's real.

I am solid and secure. I am human and unmanageable.

Imagine a human.

Imagine two humans... what are they doing... It will change... It is perfect... perfect...

Just a silky blue rain forest. Just mother's grave. Just sunny day. Just an old drugstore. I am older now.

It is all going somewhere, here.

I give in... I wait more. I say it right... I try again.


It is too good.   Can  I  ever  even   explain      as strange and pure as what I see


I got to.


Sure