SWAN SONG // AGENT WHISKERS
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STILLS // MESHARI
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2. // REEM
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you call close to midnight offering vague friendship and songs that you say you can’t listen to unless some girls are grinding up against you. me, i don’t even know what grinding is. you say you just broke up with someone and don’t feel broken in the slightest, what an asshole. whenever i get phone calls like that i strut around the house like a hooker on speed, faking attitude, promising myself to never share my diaries with diseased souls again.
UNSATISFACTORY. THAT’S WHAT I KEPT THINKING // AZIZ
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You know inside; we’re regulated. We are. See in this evolutionary mass we call our brain, there’s these many little circuits. Synapsing about. No one knows why they’re there though, some of us just speculate, guess and whatnot using the logic of ones before us. But that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t, really. See what matters is, that these circuits are driven. Supercharged but only to be then inhibited. They essentially make us who we are, and they’re regulated. Driven. It’s true. Some are already aware of this, yeah. They try and go about controlling what’s controlling them. Actual individuals, that is. Which is silly, don’t you think? You know it’s because in this struggle, humans always end up being miserable. Drives can fuck you up.
They love fucking you up.
Read More1. // REEM
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you don’t understand so many things, you pull away, and while you do so, he pulls back in, seducing me with motorcycles and a sideways smile. i’m a sucker for both of you - just inside my coffee cup - i am a freak of nature, i found out, i don’t know how to talk.