Imported from Asia the Italian

Social Yet Distanced: A View with an Emotionalorphan and Friends

Imported from Asia the Italian If the stomach is an annex to a violent sad perception the size of a sigh. It is a map where you read pain, fears, and outward-facing inner turmoil. Call it all bull shit. My heart is the most violent annex of all prognosis It’s a map read bull shit coordinate the sync. I’m shore. & I’m sure that by your brain is a plan. A kiss is the way to keep you. to keep you sane. I think maps are fortune tellers for a quarter-? on a boardwalk. A way to show you the words you’ll never say. Don’t you? K myself today? Watch me on tv tomorrow? Write a poem in the afternoon? I’ve no interest in tv Id forget us anyway. But tonight I’d choose to be tricked by the words you say. Tonight feels cosmic. Final ending upside-down Upsy-Daisy. What’s formed in my head and throat comes out of my mouth and is waiting for yours For the worst you come to me This is the only thing that’s pure in my life Pure. what we do you and me Not the universal me I am too fucked to drink... too drunk to fuck and just enough much drink to be. Fucked. Cut my heart out like a tumor peel the scaly onion. Swim for forever and a day and I press hips my heart is doing flips flips doing is my heart mine? I kiss your lips I kiss your eyes I write to you in the darkness Before the big sleep I will sleep in your dreams Where you should be with me From A to Z. In to end. Again. So here is another one.

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