I am spent. With every breathe, I feel a little less alive and incredibly more alone. If you are out there, whisper “hello”, please. Or just make a noise. Do something. Anything.

>Buttscratcher! Buttscratcher!
Buttscratcher?
>Buttscratcher.
>He was the story
She was the context0
A neurasthenic, well dressed man1 living with a cat
Undresses in front of nobody
A confident liar with womanly hands and a filthy laugh
>Anachronistic but elegant2
>idealistic3. Eyes dark-glassy-blue. Nails unkempt
>compulsively obsessed with high entropy and real life tragedies4
Is never where he really is- withdrawn
“a bit off”, they add
>>>No, not off. Refracted.
>>>Bending a little while traversing mediums. Continue reading

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