We Who Are Your Closest Friends
by Phillip Lopate
we who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting
as a group
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift
your analyst is
in on it
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us
in announcing our
association
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves
but since our Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make
unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your
disastrous personality
then for the good of the collective
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I was just wondering if I could fall in love with you.
Gianfranco Calligarich, Last Summer in the City (1970)
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girls looking at each other:
obviously feel attached to each other, yuri
girls looking away from each other:
the opposite of above, the mutual antipathy shows strong emotion, yuri
girl looking at another girl:
longing, obviously yuri
girls looking at the same thing:
clearly have similar interests, sharing in an activity together, yuri
one girl staring into blank space:
lonely, isolated, longs for female company, yuri
no girls:
yuri of absence
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You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like Terrance and Philip and Gay.
You: hey
Stranger: asl
You: 22 m colorado
You: you like tnp?
Stranger: cool sure whatever send hole pics
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@heartonxions , @ayyden-apoloe , @mavikiu I heard y'all ordered a genderfuck Gajeel.
Hope you like the punk jacket I added as a bonus.
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Sonic Youth - The Diamond Sea
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Ringling, Ringling
Ringlin', Ringlin' slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
Church window's broken, that place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains, they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin' it on down to Muscle Shoals
Ringlin', Ringlin' slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
And across from the bar, there's a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heartaches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer
So we hopped back in the rental car and we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
Though we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog
Bracin' for a Ringlin' Friday night
Ringlin', Ringlin' you're just slippin' away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
Yeah, it's a dyin' little town
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The Duck
by Ogden Nash
Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.
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possible jobs for cartman:
security at a casino
used car salesman
assistant manager at kfc
cashier at ulta beauty who insults customers right to their face
hitman, does hate crimes for 50 percent off
security at the mall
director of exploitative gay porn
cohost of an extremely controversial podcast
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