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IT’S NOT EVEN A VIDEO HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK
I felt like a kitten chasing a shoelace.
- I stand and smile at the man in front, My mirrors reflection, brazen and bold Bravado with jest with the toss of my hair Singing to my loves reflection. This image of a man is beautiful… this image is good For the seconds and stand, brazen and bold Letting my eye take me in with sceptic time Watching my fleeting perfection The arms look thinner like, where’s my lovers embrace And his chest once placed looks hung He jiggles when he moves.. wait! Look! Dark circles in eyes This man looks like he needs correction The pity and distain for this once triumphant man He looks at me with apology and spite I don’t want your excuses or your pain I want you to change your complection Out of darkness I have learnt that the lanterns will come They will soar there arms and fill this black Its a fire, a steel, and affirmation second to none Give rise my friend to determination “Yes”… he cries “yes”… “I am many things” But your pity I want none This exterior will change, you will lust for the change Take heed of my delegation My arms are plump as a spoiled pig With a chest as firm as a swollen drum I mock at the jiggle, a comedian if nothing else I return to you your correction I know what its like to judge what you see I know and I urge you to point your finger elsewwhere Your frowns and approval are not welcomed here Because regardless… I.. am… perfection
I’ve not written anything on my tumblr for quite a while because there has not really been much to report. Life has been busy with college work and pointless trivial drama but nothing to the point where it niggles in my head when i sit down at night. Lifes been swimming…. i’m in my vortex and working on things getting better in my life and I am noticing this nifty little gap where i can place a cute guy but its nothing i am cramming to fill… it’s just a nice empty seat for someone to sit on.
Which brings me to my odd and narcotic itch…. online dating and people online in general. Adam is an american living in Edinburgh studying something like historical documents or similar (dusty and dead springs to mind). He is a church goer and I like that… educated, polite and gave me 2 very well recieved messages. I find the religious aspect of someone my age to really appealing especially when gay and he has some strange deformity in his forehead which i think is cute but i can understand why others may consider it less appealing (a polite way of not saing flat out ugly).
So I recieved 2 messages…. 2 MESSAGES…. and i have recieved nothing else in a few days and this…. THIS TRIVIAL NOTHINGNESS IS SITTING IN MY HEAD!!! My ego makes no sense sometimes. I know it shouldn’t bother me cause..
In short i’m being a tool…. rant over… hopefully now it has been documented i can stop lamenting the biblical southern bapitist sissy with the large forehead