- Tom - collective. says:
- *because today
- *i tried to masturbate
- *and went and made food instead
- Keira says:
- *who are you
- Tom - collective. says:
- *i dont know anymore.
- Keira says:
- *you are wasting that penis
Yours Sincerely,
The biggest faggot in the world.
It is the unknown, it is the foreign and the explicit. The idea that someone somewhere is feeling the same thing that I do, it is a kind of empathy, we see ourselves mirrored. And like narcissists we think of ourselves and we recollect how we felt, but they worded it better in a cleverer sentence. Hanging out at the old taxidermist friend’s with a bag of weed and fourteen hours to burn.
And once again for a little while I’m 14 and on drugs and can still feel the euphoria of the first night I ever did amphetamines. I miss the world of people that hated who they were and could talk about it for hours because that was all they had. I miss being fucked-up and unified in a that awkward state of affairs.
I still have all your letters my friend.
They tell me outrageous stories that I scribble down later in the bathroom. They talk about their wives and both of us are uncomfortable. We trade books. We trade music. We trade massages
“You’re not hot,” one of them says.
“I know that,” I say.
“You’re stunningly beautiful, but it’s not the same…
i like this.
she’s coming over tomorrow and it’s going to be great because she reminds me of you but not in a way i hate.
i have so much useful advice. everyone here is going to hate me before this day is done.