⇢ ˗ˏˋkurtis was here

I SEE SKIES OF GREEN

AND CLOUDS OF BLUE

I HOLD ONTO ALL I LOVED ONCE, AND I SEE ONLY YOU.

SEEING ME,

SEEING YOU.

happy pride month!!!

do not be “one of the good ones”

they want you dead

they don’t see you as human

so be the animal that tears them limb from limb.

force them to look you in the eye.

Heart emoji.

Nonsexual nudity for the win.

I’m about 7 hours into this piece, so I think I’m making decent time all things considered.

Get it, because Dyle Timesly…

I DEPEND ON YOU.

THE DEPTHS OF A MAN’S SOUL CAN NOT BE MEASURED

IN A MANNER OF METERS AND FATHOMS,

BUT RATHER IT IS IN MY OPINION ONLY QUANTIFIED

BY HIS PROXIMITY TO HEAVEN AND HELL.

IT WAS IN SUCH A STATE I USHERED MYSELF PAST THE TOWN TAVERN,

BURSTING AT THE SEAMS

WITH THE SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER AND DRUNKEN PIANO PLAYING.

HAD IT ONLY BEEN A DIFFERENT NIGHT, A DIFFERENT PLACE

OR A DIFFERENT KIND OF MAN PASSING BY THE THRESHOLD OF THAT INNOCENT PUB,

THE EVENTS THAT TRANSPIRED THAT NIGHT AT THAT POINT

WOULD HAVE BEEN UNDOUBTEDLY DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT.

I CAN ONLY GUESS IF ANYONE OUTSIDE THAT PLACE HAD A CLUE

WHEN THOSE EXCLAMATIONS OF MIRTH

BECAME THE DESPERATE SCREAMS OF THE HELPLESS,

BEGGING FOR THEIR VERY LIVES.