the right to hope
who do the hopeless have? not State, not ✨Community✨, not one tender touch.
the godmen turn away from us. they call us lightless, sightless- blind to all the hope in the air. in all the stories we could just pretend to have a part in.
i propose a new word. i don't like Alien. let's try Other. we are the Other. the outside of your skin, your party. we've stepped out the door to catch a breath. take a piss.
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if we’re not outside you, how will you penetrate us? how will you write your love songs about us? about how your touch will heal us?
ah, to stay in touch. let's tear wires through the ground, tie them across the sky so we can send each other nudes. always touchable. always legible. staying inside touch. there's a blanket of skin over us, & it's getting harder to breathe. smoke break outside?
are we knowable in the way only your kin are? those invited to the party. the bipartisan nature of your morality terrifies me. i don't know the lines, the boundaries.
katyaini said ‘skin is also meat’ & im getting that tattooed- a tramp stamp above the ass bouncing on your dick. my rectum is a folded outside. my skin is an unfolded inside.
i wanted to die in 11th grade because my father was the only person i was living with and we were both ✨looking for purpose✨. & he thought he didn't have the right to give anyone hope. especially a hope he didn't have.
so fuck it. the party is outside the party too. you always want to know me. everything you don't understand about me is a conversatiom for us to look forward to. i will have the hope the so that i have the right to give it.
every love song is about the Infinite Other. about everywhere we're going. every love song is about tomorrow. about when we meet again. me & you & us & them & it. fuck it. just do it. say the weird thing-
thought sucks, speak cums.
love is talk. love is talk. love is talk.
a pile of bones, nervous meat, electric skin. it's pheremons & electrons & walking earth. & lightning is the horizon.


“Thought sucks , speak cums “ struck an overthinking chord inside me . Now I’m smiling.
smoke break outside please