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For a girl named River, who will find her way to this You know I'm always right, so listen to me when I tell you things will be okay because for some stupid reason, I love you and I won't let things be any other way for you. So, wherever you are wherever I am, call out for me, and I'll find a way to you, and fix your problems with coffee. And what coffee can't fix, I'll soften with affections, and what affections can't soften, I'll handle with patience. Wherever, wherever, call out for me, because for some stupid reason Je t'aime.

You've been sitting for hours, at that bus stop, and you've covered the ground with cigarette butts, and through no sign declares it there's no bus coming, darling, it won't come. Your ride is long departed. Pick up your backpack, check your full pockets; those hours on the bench, those filters on the cement, will be left behind as you walk up the street, darling, keep walking. Your ride is long departed. When you realize you have all you need, that you can write every new line, you'll find that even your pack and pockets are extra, darling, you don't need them. Any bus can be your ride home.

“I love you” – we say that often enough. I don’t know what you mean by it, if anything, and I’m not sure what I mean by it, either, though I know there’s something behind it. But I make you say it to me, because I like to hear it. I like to attach things to it – memories, emotions, comforts… After my return from China, I remember the first time I saw you again. Though many things that occur in this recent part of my life are passing through my mind quickly and subtly, leaving hardly a footstep in the sand, I remember so vividly the small homecoming after the separation between our selves. Each moment i

Kiss me: Cheek Other cheek. Lips. Do it on my command. I spoil you with gifts, and all I demand in return is your compliance. Sit by me for a few minutes, press your clothed body against mine. Dress attractively, for me. I'll ease your tense joints and all I ask in return is your control. Adore me, hold me, pretend you need me, play like you care deeply. Anything you want all I want in return is your affection. Let me find some relief in your touch. Comfort me with affection. Give me sanctity in your lone self. I hate to be alone. Hide me from my insecurity. Let me just close my eyes. I'll say that word - love. A

Sometimes I feel that my life is just a book – a very well written one. When I reflect on things, I often find a plot, symbolism… Sometimes I fear that I, possibly as the main character, am no more than an effigy of the writer himself; that my sick sense of humor and taste for unjust fate will become the model for the occurrences of my own life. And so sometimes, I search for the symbolic events, the foreshadowing that gives might spell out my fate or destiny for me. There were a few things swimming around my mind, and I crossed through the driveway across my from my school. I walked onto through the an opening in the low gate, and

Filthy cunt, worthless slut, deserve no one's love no one's respect. Pitiful, stupid animal, mindless human trash; Whore! Beast! Cur! I crave you.

Something about the way she holds a marker... Firmly between her index and middle fingers, as she traces letters on a poster... Something about that is wildly attractive.

I’ve been crumpled here, avoiding the flat line. My condition’s severe, nothing but malign, my vital signs decline. And you step in, a new medicine. My sight is bleak, my blood’s hardly flowing, my bones are shattered and my flesh is tattered. But I feel I’m undergoing a new treatment when you speak to me. I start to see things clearer when you come nearer. Finding cure in your word; geniality shown, and the meanings obscured. In ligament and bone, I feel stronger, made to last longer. My pains are killed, I feel a new vibration as you’re rebuild my foundation. When you catch my gaze, and