a rant

i had a very spiritual and moving experience lately and made the mistake of talking about it with some lame ass turds who only analysed in clinical and mechanical and fucked up terms and basically reduced a very beautiful experience to shit and now i want to kill a few people. breathe. now.

boxed up love

i like this anonymity, this pretence, this play-acting.

i like to think that this how it is.

this isn't denial, it's true-er than truth is,

this box where we meet and love, is the world to me.