I don’t even really want to fit in with any particular crowd anymore. This was what knights sought in blood, and what your heart is using to speak. Remember how cold and disingenous things can be, because you don’t have to touch them anymore to feel. I’ve learned lessons for far less––just trying to be what the world truly needs on its stratified face.

I said some things in the sick stomachache of the night that made me want to come back to you in the morning, if not just to get your water bill paid. For some reason I couldn't let go of the vacuum cleaner, so I brought it over, kissed your forehead, and felt for a second the heat of your drunkenness.

The price of positioning myself even closer and closer, well I’m not saying it’s priceless or anything, but it probably would be if I could get something out of you. A diminuitive nod, perhaps?

Can anybody tell me why the Peace Corps does not put out a pamphlet concerning the statistics of their destroying relationships (even those not-actually-a-relationships everybody these days knows ultimately too well) in this country? Why don’t they fess up? And do they often discredit applicants who are prone to social anxieties, panic attacks? I would like to say I hope so, but then again, as the laws of averages meter in, you know it already that a plane will be one of the last moving pictures that ever really made you cry in the truest sense of life.

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