Sta.sh
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Household Names I am made upHousehold Names by ~verticalness
of crumpled scraps of paper ragged chunks of feeling ceaseless circles of self-scrutiny and what I know most simply is that currently, I hate myself. as usual I am sick of being stuck with my lonely my mediocrity and my bad habit of trying to fix people things I cannot fix everything much less you or any of the ones I love and I am
so tired
of trying. of listening. for the screams whispering beneath your low, even tone and for the shouts echoing along the streets, I cannot stand these
fucking broken people, I cannot stand myself. Crooked sounds fall out of me, lift to mix with Dan Mangan's melody, his words out of my speakers
Inexorably Enamoured, temporarily Your touch is passing but full of meaning,Inexorably Enamoured, temporarily by ~verticalness
at least
I imagine it to be, 'cause this feeling is in me
that the pads of your fingers are embedded with magnets
and my heart is composed of iron filings
(plastic feelings, glass ceilings
separating the birds from the beings)
I want to know if you have wings if you can sing if there are things
hiding in your gut you don't want me to see
I want to know
how broken someone so lovely can be
I want someone to know me in my entirety
and when I feel you so lightly
something lighter than blood starts rising
to the surface of my skin
my skeleton is laid bare
and if only you looked now you mig
Llama 
on our aging season!
