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25/5 THE CHANGED

 Times changing again but I don't. Listen... It is not about me. It never was and it never will. Only I who thinks about me.


Listen, I miss us. I miss where we would love. I miss love. It's the easy conclusion. Where are you? 

Listen, the news I gathered today, made aware, I am so sad. I feel so pained. People are so pained, and it's almost dreadful to see how bad it all is, in the grand scheme of things. Waiting for heaven seem so true, seem so reliant and the desperation that calls to us. Why do people murder? What if that's not the real question?

Listen, I have dreams, I have goals, I have bureaucratic machines I'd like to invent. I have these things I don't think through, that results to shame and guilt mostly but I still do.

Listen, I feel icky, just like you. Listen, I am to jazz. Listen, I don't want to talk to that guy in that other account. Listen, I don't want to give you my skin and flesh unless we love.

Listen, I think so many things can be solved, but the problems we are trouble at defining. Listen, I am so stupid and insane for writing these. I am innately vomit machine. Goodnight. 

That epiphany still sticks within me. I want to learn more. I am not turning on my fan nor my air conditioner. I am cold. I am cold. I am cold. 

I hate old movies, I hate newer ones too. I hate all of it. But I love it. I love it.

Most of it all, I love binaries, dyads, duos, duets. Either ors. Making people go crazy, psychosis in sociality. All of it, so fucking dumb, just like I am.


Listen, I have nothing to say. These are useless pixels.

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