Restless, rest-less,
Less than Tess
of
d'Uber-metronomia (I don't like her appreciating crass flirtations)
Wait, wait, waaait, way-ate
Eating away 16:9
Q 23. How many millionth part of picoseconds are there in a day?
(a) 6.023E+23 (b) 9.1E-31 (c) the number of failed attempts (d) waiting queues in iBGP
Wait Jen, what is it are you trying to avoid me is it some troubles you wish to sip don't you sleep as blankly as the pixels do are should i try
to learn the network heuristics better in order to know you don't you see that every echo that can be heard without distorting enhancing demystifying disengaging projecting proselytizing
or paraphrasing permeating denouncing deliberating
the holes soundlessness cre-
-Ate.
they said they would care. i smiled. they said they would laugh. i laughed too. i cared, definitely, but i laughed too. i found that easy and i found that what it should be, easy chicken, easily shared, evening ecstasy, but i never saw. but they saw, everyone is smart, who isn't? haven't you submitted your name? whose name? yours. mine? then whose where? how dare you try and have some fun at the expense of your own foolery and worthlessness and inability to talk and just arrange eroticism on century-long/wide/empty, what's the word, the word, the good word
Back, forward, down the line
Timelines
To see you smile the way you were beautiful and true where times were old and I was dumb(fool)
Refresh
hashtag Tagged Self Develop 'Comics and Graphic Novels'
commentlikedshared
"The food was very salty today"
Grow up, roam around, find fakefakefakefakefakefakefake faces (big tight) breasts bosom virginity beasts you never wish to soil with your ennui
infinite corridors of
A mother loses her sleep and a son loses his semen - wondering when it would come up next, this moment, this minute, this hour, this day, this night, long night, long long night, before dawn, before light, before breakfast, before work, after work, after thought, afterthoughts, only thoughts, WAIT
useless infor
ma
tion
what am i reading
what am i writing
what am i listening
... is typing
...
_______________________
"It struck a chord, didn't it? I wonder whether Saajan would have ever met Ila. Even if he ever tried to do that, he would never confront her. Perhaps words would dry. Like the deserting her in the cafe, shying away from making even casual conversations. Because so many mediums, yet seeking refuge in pieces of paper tucked between dry rotis. What more can one converse about. And of course, absence of words is not always silence, and silence is not always the rupture of conversations."
Less than Tess
of
d'Uber-metronomia (I don't like her appreciating crass flirtations)
Wait, wait, waaait, way-ate
Eating away 16:9
Q 23. How many millionth part of picoseconds are there in a day?
(a) 6.023E+23 (b) 9.1E-31 (c) the number of failed attempts (d) waiting queues in iBGP
Wait Jen, what is it are you trying to avoid me is it some troubles you wish to sip don't you sleep as blankly as the pixels do are should i try
to learn the network heuristics better in order to know you don't you see that every echo that can be heard without distorting enhancing demystifying disengaging projecting proselytizing
or paraphrasing permeating denouncing deliberating
the holes soundlessness cre-
-Ate.
they said they would care. i smiled. they said they would laugh. i laughed too. i cared, definitely, but i laughed too. i found that easy and i found that what it should be, easy chicken, easily shared, evening ecstasy, but i never saw. but they saw, everyone is smart, who isn't? haven't you submitted your name? whose name? yours. mine? then whose where? how dare you try and have some fun at the expense of your own foolery and worthlessness and inability to talk and just arrange eroticism on century-long/wide/empty, what's the word, the word, the good word
Back, forward, down the line
Timelines
To see you smile the way you were beautiful and true where times were old and I was dumb(fool)
Refresh
hashtag Tagged Self Develop 'Comics and Graphic Novels'
commentlikedshared
"The food was very salty today"
Grow up, roam around, find fakefakefakefakefakefakefake faces (big tight) breasts bosom virginity beasts you never wish to soil with your ennui
infinite corridors of
A mother loses her sleep and a son loses his semen - wondering when it would come up next, this moment, this minute, this hour, this day, this night, long night, long long night, before dawn, before light, before breakfast, before work, after work, after thought, afterthoughts, only thoughts, WAIT
useless infor
ma
tion
what am i reading
what am i writing
what am i listening
... is typing
...
_______________________
"It struck a chord, didn't it? I wonder whether Saajan would have ever met Ila. Even if he ever tried to do that, he would never confront her. Perhaps words would dry. Like the deserting her in the cafe, shying away from making even casual conversations. Because so many mediums, yet seeking refuge in pieces of paper tucked between dry rotis. What more can one converse about. And of course, absence of words is not always silence, and silence is not always the rupture of conversations."
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