i think you can learn a lot about a person
based on their Super Smash Bros main. or starsign.
or by asking. how convenient to be told? to learn
in spite of our own misgivings. part of growing up
is acknowledging that Thanos had a point but
Bruce Wayne has always been an insufferable prick.
why be a poet when it’s this easy to shitpost? i too
can make us cry. misconstrue
your worst intentions. click <here> for
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4 payments of $19.99. i have only memorized pi to
6 digits but i can recite the entirety of Rick
Astley’s 1987 hit “Never Gonna Give You Up” by
heart. we understand the one only in terms
of repetition. we recognize the panoply by its
windows. the internet calls this intuition. i call
it reading the goddamn(ed) room. it’s the
metaverse baby! all my sunsets are toll free; all my
calls unanswered. once we dreamed of the
bloated mailbox, now Siri asks about distance,
how most endings are beautiful. and recurring.
the meaning of everything is still everything,
though, and the clarity is inconsolably quaint. as
Hemingway said, the sun also rises. so too the
quiet. if we are lucky enough to share anything, may
it be this inevitability, human-speckled confetti
pixelating into sunset.