#cis
we are crackheads
we are not cis
we are not straight
we like messing around
and going on mall dates.
we ate,
we ran,
but i really dont want this fun to end.
she laughs,
she cries.
he laughs,
he cries.
we're having fun
on this small mall date.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
Dear heteronormative cis people who get made when we come out,
I know this is a hard concept for you to grasp but
it is about you!
We do not come out for you
We do not come out
For the one's who hate us
We shout and make as much noise
As possible just so
Other people like us who are
Scared and cannot be themselves
Would know that they
ARE NOT A MISTAKE
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
In dance is the magic of the city; |
let the designers of the young men ||
who were born of life reduce the fat of the eye.
Where the in-group of inductees to the temple
of lights have a weakness for the fight ||
to be open on the walls, no empty faces ||
disfigured by fires that were harlots, |||
she is a confident soccer playing stripper
of both colors of the garden, and he fell down |
in clear terms to **** the picture of their place:
a sweet thing that he was buried in a corner
as it was before the death of Einstein;
astonished at the talking shadows waiting for Marcus,
the beach cops east of *****
late and gnashing their teeth in tears to overcome
the call-slot of dawn's hot ***** stupid as Feb's gravity;
worshiping Satan is enough, hidden in your life's loves
like hot weapons of Swing; eating mussels
like a crazy dark monster genius on the wrong Friday,
her flames, toes and holy motion understood, |
the abduction of the gypsy's drinking
witch abstract daughters is the most beautiful song;
the | rhythm of wind-ghost-ladies returns hairy and | blonde
to their sons, kissing his lap, |she is his origin
and gets into the thin | boy|
holding him in her folk pla\net leather, and fearing Glory
she rains on the skinny teenager, showing she can support wi-fi...
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Your mother is shy. The school dreams of sleep and dream
Output mainly means appearance. Chinese boys take pretty good ***** photos
In fact, the minimum number
in contrast to the election in the council,
This is the most important thing in the world.
Women who are interested in designing
and promoting life and drinking water...
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1 will give the designers of the young men the upward life of the righteous, with the best of the eye, where a group of sovereignty,
the temple of their lamps and the weakness of the struggle
open to the walls of the void, tarnished with fire,
and all that were prostitutes, of a surety a football
stripper of both colors of the garden, has fallen,
will surely **** the image of the place,
the fragrance through buried in a corner like death,
was in front of Einstein in a surprise, there was ||
the sheer number of women getting their back pockets
squeezed beautifully; her original blonde hair, her soft kisses
relaxing
the honorable people she felt she could let inside
the [er, er, area, k] a skinny cloudy-eyed teenager |
showed him how to get wi-fi,
now she lives with him.||
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
I write because I have
no talent. I wind up
cooking for reasons
all the same. Relegate
me to solemn, lonely
domestics. Is it worse
even still you call me
Sir? Or is it ****** up
that I care? Well,
how dare you,
Shitlord.
How dare
You.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
Cis boys want their girls
Not after women
Cis boys don't want
what is powerful
or any parts unclear
No baby rooms
No dreams of family
Years ago we'd still
suffer shock or worse
They want an easy time
Categorize
When they can't they
turn to rage in fear
and blatant rejection
So let's play with
ourselves where
the energy is shared
and not rejected
He came into my home
Drop the *** bomb
Anything disliked is
******* gay
Well, what's in a word?
I'm sorry if you got
hurt with no meant
offense, but I claim
no accountability
I'm too sensitive,
made of glass, well
what's the point when
I'm such a ***
You blankly state
your blanket apathy
You bid whoever
do what they will do
Yet I recall you say,
that on the MAX train
you almost busted the
clavicle of a man who
flirted with you.
Cis boys want their world pre divined
and written
Cis boys reject unkindly, become livid
in response
to challenge
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
She's lounging on the futon playing Stardew Valley. We both get a kick out of it. Mainstream gaming can **** a ***** Exceptions occur, of course. I look into the bathroom mirror through a splatter of mouthwash and toothpaste and groom my hair, my face like I think highly of myself. I don't. I shave and I pluck, admire the edges, pretend I'm of feminine energy, pretend according to the faces and voices that matter. We have to look out for ourselves somehow, but in whole what the world can see of us makes them think we're outsiders trying to climb into an exclusive box. I want to find myself beautiful, and I know you must be happy with yourself, but there's no pleasure in false positives. Where is the touch of appreciation? To struggle visually means that windows are better caked. Not cis, nor have I ever been. In the end, I'm content enough choking in the wasteland.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
He says Gay in its colloquial
A language broke - n
By its or - igin creates
A world where only words describe
The gap between where lives lie
Why would I call you friend if it kills me?
-- too ******* scared of loneliness.
In return, my vocabulary
-- guess identity isn't too much to lose.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
Man becomes woman woman becomes man
headline dictation that makes you understand
but what's this? The scene goes beyond extremes,
the black/white photograph is of color underneath.
But **** me, I'm being erratic. I'm standing on tables
shouting so your disdain's automatic. What's up with
this new fad? Uhmurika never had it this bad. We have
a literal metric ton of whining millennials wanting to be
special snowflakes. Man, who could take all of this social
pressure? Being held accountable for a miserable, literal lack
of knowledge about the world around us? Man, definitely not
for me. But seriously, bro, did you get your **** cut off? What's
up bro, **** you get your **** sewn on? That ******* ***** lacks
a ****** That motha ***** lacks the design that gives him a similar
package when his blood pressure rises. Don't talk to me about feelings
before you've had the operation -- because before you've done that step
it's better if you don't implore my empathy or patience because you're
just not real, I won't feel the weight of your complaints and frustrations.
Matter of fact, for you, ess jay dub, my emotional core's on vacation.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
Discourse is not for me.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
How do you prefer to ***
Is it this hard to admit to your audience there's something else outside
yourself? I can see how defining the lines with alacrity makes it easier
to breathe the air you breathe to stay alive. It must be nice to stand tall
and be you and not have to bray declarations of self to stay confident
and true to the compass. Walking is all it ever takes you yet when I say,
"Actually [...]" it's enough to make you think it's me getting in your face
with another liberal lecture, but I'm just keeping real straightforward
about which terms I prefer in our vernacular. Shut up, you **** up, we
advocate for your finish, only requiring you fit into our premise.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
Discourse is just not for me.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
How do you prefer to ***
I just think it's best to have some canned material
in case you need it.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC