Wtf, lol

Captain Arrrwen says:
Gender is a societal concoction. Suck out all the air in the world and we'd be the same person because we'd all be mushed together.
McGibs says:
and dead
McGibs says:
but i guess thats just a sideeffect
Captain Arrrwen says:
Not if you're too motivated to live!
Captain Arrrwen says:
Like being motivated in the morning. Or being motivated to stay awake at night.
Captain Arrrwen says:
Because the mind is ever-powerful.
McGibs says:
by leeching air off other people?
Captain Arrrwen says:
Omnipotent, even.
Captain Arrrwen says:
Yes. Cotton catches air. Suck it from their clothes.
McGibs says:
mm
McGibs says:
nummy

A daisy was tucked behind her ear.

He shouted over the darkness, "Tell your mom I told you not to fall in love."

Restless dreamer, weary-eyed waker

It's exhausting to be so absorbed and passionate about people and their well-being. In this state you can sleep but you never rest. Eternally restless, I can't contain or restrain it. You know I'll always care. I will sleep but I will never rest. I'm not responsible anymore but I still take responsibility.

I'm too adaptable. What you conceive as compatibility is really my ability to conform. I want to make them happy, ever happy, evermore. Somehow I contrive that I'll be happy in the process. A frog will remain a frog. No prince or princess can change them into something else.

Despite sleeping for hours on end, I never wake rested. I'm a frog. No prince can change me into something else.

Fifty days remain

I'll greet a new moon each night. He'll tell me certain somethings about worldly happenstance as he always has but instead of lingering on foreign details he'll take my recent departure into consideration. While staring out my window, perched on my desk, I'll listen to him whisper about my birthplace and my friends. I will quietly smile and brush aside nostalgic tears.

Life will be good where I'm going, but fuck... I'm going to miss you.

Personal Proclamation

Look out, wild rider. This grin of mine shan't be slaked. Ill-favored company may come, devious behavior may ensue, but by this orange I intend to eat... nothing will destroy the happiness I intend to claim for my own.

You're textured like an ice cube

Cheating potatoes left sorry faces on the lemon-flavored petunias. Do you know what a star tastes like? They explode in your mouth like pop rocks, sparkle motion: Extreme Team number one on my favorites. Let me show you how to feel the electric vibrations of sound: they lunge towards you and wobble off your body like mutilated silk. Your personality has a texture too. It's like ice on my tongue; you know the ice cubes from your cup? The way the surface is smooth but slightly pebbled? I imagine the white implosion of lines inside the ice-cube; results from the freezing. It's like a tiny castle, such little white lines...

We live east of Mars and north of Jupiter. I like the umbrella on your porch and how it buckles and billows in our unearthly wind. We'll live here forever, you know. Your pale eyes match the sky. I'll never lose myself as long as you bequeath this time to me. This heart is safe and solid. The cigarettes smolder in the weakening light. We watch the lines of Jupiter and listen to a typewriter as it narrates our story. Nobody knows the pages aren't there, but nobody cares to look. Don't look away... don't ever look away; because when you do you lose a memory. By the time you look back (at me) you'll realize that you've lost everything.

Blotchy, leather skin

By this course I'll hate you tomorrow but I know no other way to live.

Blackfield

A million different spirits possess me (sail the ocean, eat a human being, dance until your heels ache for rest, choose another cup of coffee, acknowledge Brahman, burn the bridges down). They claim me one by one. I'm thrown down a different road every time: each more rugged and torn than the last. Every spirit contains boundless craving for a different purpose. I've lost myself in the torrents. I know you're concerned and you can see remnants of me beyond the eyes of another, but your life is too complicated to guide me back to where I should be. We're both too occupied to care. I'm driven in ceaseless yearning, the strength of the spirits surpassing my own. You swallow your spirits. I absorb mine. We swing in inebriation, disregarding the rest of reality for the sake of a new night and a fresh possession. Somebody else is conquering the world and using my body as a vehicle. I won't take credit for my success.

Who am I today? Will I crave your tongue tonight? Will I jump off a bridge to feel what it's like to crack my skin open on the water? Do you see violence behind my smiling eyes; a sadistic grimace, does it blemish my gentle grin? Clasp my cold hand. Let's devour humanity for the last time tonight. Tomorrow I'll put a bullet in my head, or maybe eat some cold porridge. What would be more pleasing to you? I wonder if that warm, metallic taste would taste better inside the coagulated oatmeal. Let's try to kill each other tomorrow. Afterwards, we'll help out at a shelter and save some souls from their miserable lives. I can't wait to see them smile with gratitude.

I like your eyes when they're burning (when you're crying or is it because your angry?). You're seething and spitting at me. Ah, the latter tends to be true so much of the time. I smile and take your tightly wound fist. My laughing mouth consumes your clenched jaw. It's raw in the rain. I wish it were raining harder. Sorry to frustrate you, but it's time for me to go now. You'll force yourself to forget because it hurts too much to remember and regret (the things you've done? the things you haven't done? the things you should've done...)

Sun-stained

Introspective vision: a blurred realization; nothing exists outside this scope. Too far away to touch, I stretch beyond my capacity, my ligaments twist, bend and break. We both acknowledge the fact. But we act like it isn't happening. We are lemmings, wide-eyed and entranced, traipsing towards the ever-looming cliff before plummeting to an unhesitant demise. I'm closing my eyes again. I pretend I don't know. I pretend I don't care but I'm only prolonging the pain. I'm making it worse by letting it go, this valley of wooden flowers bordered by paper birds... this imaginary place, it grows drier day by day. One day, someday soon, we will stand in each other's embrace and watch as our valley burns with the rising sun. You will say it's beautiful and touch my forehead. I won't respond because I won't concur.

My head hurts, sometimes

When I was twelve I believed in the story of the Candyman who came through the mirror when you called him five times. I would never participate when others did it, and would always leave the room if they tried. Even when it didn't work, I still believed in it...

Then one day I faced the mirror in the elementary school bathroom and with a palpitating heart softly spoke, "Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman." I hardly acknowledged that it was happening; when I realized what I'd done my heart beat faster. I felt weak. I stared at myself, determined... set on seeing him and feeling his blade cold before it split my neck open.

I still believe in the power of the mind. I refuse to think about spontaneous human combustion too hard because I'm afraid I'll burst into flame. But sometimes, I'm twelve again and facing the mirror... thinking about it without realizing it and willing it to occur.

Passion is what drives me forward, but it will also lure my Candyman when the time is right.

Next time, don't wait up for me

We're sitting together now, surrounded by friends who laugh at the slightest of things. I smile in the background (quite unordinary), before standing up and walking inside. Those sitting in the living room are laughing too. I give him back his tie and they all look at me. I hear them asking but only smile and whirl my pack behind me like a cape. I put on my shoes and leave the house. I had known precisely when I stood up outside. It was then that I realized... it was time to go. They knew without asking, but they asked anyway. I simply smiled knowingly.