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Winter Was

He used to hug me when we played video games. The game changed, and on a light occassion, on the occasion my eye was keener, my reflex faster, I would beat him, and after the victor danced his glamour, when clock struck ten, when he scrunched keys into his pocket, when mother called for company, after sun had given way to her respite, before a single step broke between the barren outside and the barren me, my chest fell into his embrace. That, I thought, would never change. It was nature. And it was simply her methods. It was onto his shoulders where my head slotted. I tell you, my arms snaked behind his back, daring to grasp and refusing to let go. Indeed, for once—without any questions—I was his. I loved his touch dreadfully. I was his. I was something, I was everything, I was nothing; where I stood, between me and the grim air tempting his loyal heart, passion would be mistaken for a blizzard. And there I stood, waiting, waiting for tomorrow. And tomorrow never came. My heart chaffed into icy pines where a breeze wrapped my neck. Winter had come torn. And he, somewhere warm, nowhere here, was mine no more.

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Porcelain Brown Bin

The massive dump that pumps

Your blood straight to the heart of farts.

Smells like shit. Though, it is shit.

And shit feels darling in the waters—

Spend minutes as porcelain fodder.

Do you smell it? I smell it.

Did you do it? I didn't do it!

Why're you asking? I am answering.

Wipe that ass, and you mind doing it fast?

Cream the paper coarse; build a brown fort.

They collect, they collect, and they check.

Your stubborn hole—tightness—your sticky highness,

She blossoms, yet there's no suns

That unfold how the belly holds.

Look down. And avoid making a frown.

Darkness hovers your throne—it's all shown.

Takes no genius now if you know how

The thing goes down. Ploop! That's the sound.

Exhibit A: ass-almighty and its royal clay.

Exhibit B: behold, your very own nativity.

Exhibit C: drop too much and it calls a fee.

D stands for dump that clumps

Your pungent farts into a fecal mark.

We hope to know what went in it.

We think you might have pissed it.

We thank you for your service.

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Fiery Confession

I'm willing to go domestic for this man.

I'll drop my life.

I'll move to Florida.

I'll start a couples vlog channel.

I'll do mid-tier gay tiktoks.

I'll be a Muay Thai instructor.

I'll moonlight as a WSJ writer.

I'll lichrewly marry.

I'll buy a cottage.

I'll get 50 house plants.

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My FAVORIRE games

Pathologic

Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

Portal 2/Undertale/Fran Bow

My (ongoing) favorite video games list:

Pathologic

Fran Bow

Little Misfortune

Undertale

Deltarune

The Stanley Parable

Detroit: Become Human

Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

What Remains of Edith Finch

Until Dawn

To the Moon

Portal

Portal 2

Papers, Please

Little Nightmares

Inside

Kindergarten

Kindergarten 2

Life is Strange

Life is Strange 2

Doki Doki: Literature Club

Night in the Woods

Devotion

Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location

Welcome to the Game

Lisa

Neverending Nightmares

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Justice for All

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Trials and Tribulations

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Yeesh, someone's not a writer.

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Tubbo is a very attractive man. 🫣

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Hot take: the Wii-U was fucking great, and I'm really happy with the games released on it.

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It is the 20th of December. I really was stuck back on the 15th. Cannot believe it.

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Video Gaymes

Come make me gape, then cum inside

Sometimes love is not enough but the fuck gets rough, don't need the whys

Spray over my face

Flip, cowboy rides

In here folsom, my legs are numb

Sloppy man crumbs, flooded condom

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Kinda looks like Philomena Cunk cosplaying as emo Melanie Martinez.

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The homosexual urge to stay up past midnight and shitpost on twitter while also vomiting my most out-of-pocket nonsensical, diary-esque desires like piranhas served rotten on a lazy susan.

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It's a friend's birthday today, and I'm really picking at the brim of my barely-sculpted, burlap, Hogwarts sorting hat to devise a story worth remembering.

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Bussy bopper tracks I demand to be played at my funeral—or anyone's, frankly 🥳🥵

Monsters University OST

Napstablook's theme

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Sissy That Walk

Everywhere at the End of Time

I Will Survive (2hr extended loop)

Audio track of Glee: Season 4, Episode 18, "Shooting Star"

Sylvia Plath's recitation of her poem "Daddy"

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Easier Up North

Was hardly easy, sitting on a bus bench, for uneasy minutes, in the middle of the hushed rain, next to a streetlamp, barely alive. If man had passed somewhere on either road, he was not meaning to see. His head dropped into his palms. He scrambled for thoughts up north. Privacy was easier respected, when already all had gone, than tossed. The bus would come eventually. It would come soon and easy. So easy. He held the ticket between the nook of his forefinger and the suitcase latched onto his middle.

He was heading to Massachusetts now, because it would be easier up there. His fair share of Missoula was running its course. He had seen every dinner, every road; every house, every bush; every try, every murder; every birth, every wire. Waffles smelled like used condoms in the safari. Chefs were just the fucking same. Back at the office, where cum-drenched perfume wafted the ventilation, they were going to ask him eventually. He decided best to leave earlier. A two months' notice. Signed and sealed and plopped onto Donny's desk—dropped under his door crook (he was in a meeting)—but he got the message. Easier respected up there. Easier somewhere than here.

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If you want, here's s'more

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I swear to God, there could be a fire-hydrant with a strap-on and gays will just flock to it like a pilgrimage.

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My septum gets itchy now and then. Insufferable? No. Noticeable. Yes. "Take it off" Kesha once said. Take it off, I shall. Eventually.

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"I do...not!"

My favorite fucking moment in Love is Blind is when the couple—they got ready, they got all dressed up, ready to go somewhere in particular—are at the altar, and the heavy, spine-gripping, nerve-racking suspense just festers and festers, menacing, while we wait for the "I do"—or, even better, the "I don't".

Like the arts can and have evidenced, the human eye is drawn to patterns and matches. Symmetry, parallelism, dualities speak to aesthetics. If they both say "I do" or if they both say "I don't", no harm no foul; it is mutual sentiment.

Simpler even, and possibly more exciting, because there is no gray area. They stand before two verbal Titans, and they agree upon one, or the other to fight. No in between. But when these titans clash, tension slashes the grass and it resounds through the room. "I do." But actually, "I don't."

Jaw dropped.

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