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”i don’t know whether to laugh or cry and i don’t know whether to live or die; i kept my love for her locked deep inside… it cuts like a knife —she’s out of my life; out of my life, out of my hair, out of my mind, there’s no love in there! i move on —move on!”
there’s a world we can visit if we go outside
— outside, outside! no one knows….
— Herbert Marcuse, The Aesthetic Dimension
maybe you’ve noticed:
i haven’t IMed, called, or txted you in a few days;
i’ve been feeling utterly uncomfortable around you and it’s a goddamn shame..
it’s strange how we met; possibly serendipitous.
i admit:
i became quite smitten with you
despite my resistance;
and i blame myself for friend-crushing on you…..
however, i’m honestly frustrated
with how you went about this!
you came onto me so heavy the first night we met,
and i enjoyed our time together
the first week we met
maybe too much…. but why tell me that you wanted me at the beach that one time so badly, and that we must go together soon!?!??
i feel crazy agreeing with you and then wanting to go to the beach bad enough as my inner cancerian florida-girl became obsessed at the thought!
……and even though you’re the first guy i’ve met in about a year that has impressed me (sexually, emotionally, spiritually, musically, et al)
i will have to let go;
and simultaneously push you away—
Whitest Kids U’Know
[PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE]