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I pushed my heart through a screen door, it landed in pieces on your new keyboard. The switches got stuck with my blood and guts, making it hard for you to say so long, good luck. But I was already rendered obsolete before you left the checkout line at the upside-down best buy; claiming rights to something you never intended to take home for much longer than a night, maybe i was a rental; but didn't know it at the time. Still leaking; I walked slowly to the back of the store and found a broken light-bulb there, still flickering like the ghost of nintendo; wondering to itself why the coil wasn't connected, I said, "Me too; wouldn't you like to get out, maybe go for a walk to the discoteque?" It said "Sure." and then cut me with its electric-glazed, doughnut-halo, broken xbox controller stupor, pretending that it's alright to play until 5am, with the lights often broken themselves, and we wouldn't ever tell ourselves to reset, only to plug in.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
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I pushed my heart through a screen door, it landed in pieces on your new keyboard. The switches got stuck with my blood and guts, making it hard for you to say so long, good luck. But I was already rendered obsolete before you left the checkout line at the upside-down best buy; claiming rights to something you never intended to take home for much longer than a night, maybe i was a rental; but didn't know it at the time. Still leaking; I walked slowly to the back of the store and found a broken light-bulb there, still flickering like the ghost of nintendo; wondering to itself why the coil wasn't connected, I said, "Me too; wouldn't you like to get out, maybe go for a walk to the discoteque?" It said "Sure." and then cut me with its electric-glazed, doughnut-halo, broken xbox controller stupor, pretending that it's alright to play until 5am, with the lights often broken themselves, and we wouldn't ever tell ourselves to reset, only to plug in.
don't take my heart out, blow on it, and shove it back in.
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40/M/Earth
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
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