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2 a.m. on Sunday morning and he’s staring at the ceiling, counting water stains.
He goes to church, just because, and listens to the sound of words like “grace” and “salvation” and lets his eyes find the broken lines and chips in the podium.
Breakfast is toast, because that’s all the diner downstairs serves, and it’s always eaten in five neat bites.
Light is always white, never sterile.
Stars are planets, never things to be wished upon.
And people are atoms and molecules and tissue and sliding muscle.
He works as a dentist, and asks “How has life been treating you lately?” and makes soft noises in the back of his throat, so they’ll come back next time.
Favorite colors don’t exist.
Nor first loves,
Only
Wanting to eat
And wanting to sleep
And wanting to “touch”
Because of hormones and synapses and instinctual need.
And “marry me” is a “just because”
2 a.m. in the morning, and she’s counting the number of ways she wishes she could make him smile, because he’d be beautiful.
He goes to church, just because, and listens to the sound of words like “grace” and “salvation” and lets his eyes find the broken lines and chips in the podium.
Breakfast is toast, because that’s all the diner downstairs serves, and it’s always eaten in five neat bites.
Light is always white, never sterile.
Stars are planets, never things to be wished upon.
And people are atoms and molecules and tissue and sliding muscle.
He works as a dentist, and asks “How has life been treating you lately?” and makes soft noises in the back of his throat, so they’ll come back next time.
Favorite colors don’t exist.
Nor first loves,
Only
Wanting to eat
And wanting to sleep
And wanting to “touch”
Because of hormones and synapses and instinctual need.
And “marry me” is a “just because”
2 a.m. in the morning, and she’s counting the number of ways she wishes she could make him smile, because he’d be beautiful.
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inPersonals
I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
Literature
we became an atlantic tragedy.
we first met april 14, 1912.
the ocean smelt beautiful.
the crashing waves mimicked
your hips crashing into mine;
mimicked you crashing the
party in my mind; this boat
crashing against the tide's
bone structure. wet. salty.
disaster-waiting-to-happen.
that could be spotted two
nautical miles away. it was
my first time, your first time;
innocence's maiden voyage.
in case you forgot,
your clothes sank
to the floor;
your body sank
into mine;
my heart sank
into you.
there was:
too much crashing.
too much sinking.
too much motion.
i swear one of us
would get seasick.
i cruised my hand
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When, When
It’s like when you ran over my cat last December and I said it was okay but it really wasn’t and you tighten your grip on my arm and I don’t care anymore because, fuck, it was just a cat right?
Or when we went bowling and I pulled sevens and nines all night and you bowled strike after strike after golden strike and I swear you were immaculate and floating when you jumped victorious and I sat by the score sheet and all the powers of man and nature and beast and god were barely able to keep my head up and my eyes focused on the ocular feast, the glory of you.
And when we were walking home after the movies and the wind blew acer
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Exploring the concept of Existentialism. The idea of a human being freed from all emotion.
The first question is:
lack of
or
supression of?
Aussming the first, next we must ask:
is emotion based on hormones
or
the soul?
If its based on hormones, then there must be a lack of hormones yes? Yet, hormones play a dinstinct role in health, some hormones help keep your blood count up, others inspire interest in the opposite gender. So, selective hormone lack? Or if lack of all, that means, no need to touch or feel or have any sort of intimate relationship with anyone.
If its soul, then you're body is governed mainly by instinctual and physical needs.
There will also be the need for brain stimulation, patterns, color differentation, and categorization. I assume.
Another question (this is all inspired by ~Wavering-Mind) is whether or not another person can love someone who can never love them or reciprocate, show any interest, back. My theory is that yes, its possible, because, as it is proven over and over, love doesn't have to be logical.
Anyone have thoughts?
The first question is:
lack of
or
supression of?
Aussming the first, next we must ask:
is emotion based on hormones
or
the soul?
If its based on hormones, then there must be a lack of hormones yes? Yet, hormones play a dinstinct role in health, some hormones help keep your blood count up, others inspire interest in the opposite gender. So, selective hormone lack? Or if lack of all, that means, no need to touch or feel or have any sort of intimate relationship with anyone.
If its soul, then you're body is governed mainly by instinctual and physical needs.
There will also be the need for brain stimulation, patterns, color differentation, and categorization. I assume.
Another question (this is all inspired by ~Wavering-Mind) is whether or not another person can love someone who can never love them or reciprocate, show any interest, back. My theory is that yes, its possible, because, as it is proven over and over, love doesn't have to be logical.
Anyone have thoughts?
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It's more complex than that. It's the pineal gland.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=62raWp…
That's why I want to study biochemistry
www.youtube.com/watch?v=62raWp…
That's why I want to study biochemistry