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me & the boys installment after two weeks with the sleepiest heaviest eyes went out to the shopping district to walk around and laugh in the spray of rain shopped for myself a Pair Of Bootcut Jeans A Pink Polo & A Kiwi i said i wil make it everyones problem when i try the first peach of my life i know it will transform me into a more relentless person maybe more romantic but how much more than this we sat on the damp grass in the evening and spoke of Football & Politics and Foolish Investments & Tomboy Optics and Canada i won an enormous bet against M and put him on notice about a receipt i told him the thrill of uncertainty is beautiful see how this feels we had chips and i smoked with my legs on Ps Lap i looked around myself to see people making out someone straddled on someone some entangled like snakes in romance i said sometimes i feel like the Only Single Cool Man Around M says you are beautiful but you are not approachable but approachable is not the term and i do not know how to explain this anymore i understood i love him maybe the fact that i do not see them often is why i love them despite of their problems Not Eating Unorthodox Cuisine Regretting Over Voting For The Wrong People but i love them we all learn slow i do we decided on ditching the Chinese joint for Punjabi at the Khalsa so we walked out of that lovespot and all three of us petted a cat who lived by the avenue for 15 minutes on the way and i went an extra mile to lift that boy on my shoulders and at Ho Chi Minh Avenue i told them about the act of rebellion by the Communist Party that was naming this street that houses the US Consulate after the Vietnamese President during Cold War i get hot in the crotch at the thought of the person who told me that story to this very day and for some ominous reason i found myself speaking to them about the Towering Female Colleague and the funniest incident that commenced at the office between me and her and we all laughed so hard everyone at the restaurant started eyeing our way we stepped out late in the evening and walked to the metro yearning for airconditioned air M & P distributing weight against each other me smoking my last cigarette behind them all of us sharing the drizzle.

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sporadic writing i write the way you would speak on the blindest date string together this and that tailoring apprenticeship most of the action is showcased through songs of love 13 years i lived through with the assumption that Lil Wayne said Inglewood Flamer sometimes life is a grand hammer getting pulled on your anvil head M where could you be now i remember back in 2023 when i said sometimes i feel like a woman might conceal a scissor inside herself during sex with the intent of violence we both laughed i naturally laughed less i wonder i sometimes speak to my boys in drunken stupor about you you were immensely sexy but i would have hated you there was blessing in that severance i would have despised being with you maybe that is the reason why i hold you in high regard now i have been loved now and then better than you after you i wonder do you become responsible for a Tattoo or a Cat my shoulders can barely take responsibility for my arms anyways Oranges & Milk Chocolate Rolled Oats its raining today and i am scrolling through Oolong Tea choices on my phone with a lot of integrated indecision in my body i wonder what Hongkong is like i wonder sometimes if i will ever be granted the senses of olfaction ever again anyways i say anyways listening to Utica Quarry, Nighttime by Slint in bed i think the scariest people in human existence are ones with gargantuan amount of ingrained patience i think the loveliest are ones who spoke on kissing my presence.

while waiting for a text back i got to know my old friend has been back in the city since May so i hopped out immediately with a bar of chocolate and a box of Marlboro Reds and we smoked with the air conditioner on and made Spaghetti with Marinara Sauce while i played and had conversations with her cats we ordered blueberry cheesecake because I Love Blueberry Cheesecake after lunch we were catching up with lives ours and others' she asks me what about your romance like singlehood is a disease i am trying to find a remedy for everyone checks up on the shit Time Runs Out Easy we laughed and went back to our phones and i fell asleep by her feet and had good dreams that i cannot remember as of right now woke up with her feet pasted across my back and polo and face decorated with two strains of cat fur 8 missed calls and innumerable text messages from The Boys but i decided to ignore them for tonights as i moved out of the house to smoke a cigarette at the park listening to Old Lil Wayne on my phone before i go home romantic thinking in bed tonight unless my time is occupied.

sometimes you lay your eyes on a chick so handsome you wanna dress them up in Square Necks Bootcuts Silver Taekwondo Laces and lots of Artisanal Bangles and Bracelets Yum.

another evening with the boys had New York Style Cheesecake and later Orange Soda which left a repugnant aftertaste in my mouth thereafter. spoke about FIFA over cigarettes only i ever smoke all they do is speak and laugh sporadically i said i want Mexico to win but i do not think too much about football otherwise. Flirted with the girl at the counter at a Cetaphil store who had a bright red lipstick on and a cute chipped tooth while M bought himself a cleanser and an urea cream. stumbled onto my exgirlfriend and a mutual friend of ours who were at the theater watching Obsession i was like tell me about the film she was like Ah Eh she was like New Fire In Your Building i was like Eh The Style Gap Is Inconsiderable As Always she says You Will Be 30 One Day we both laughed my beautiful sweet old egret winged friend. and we smoked more cigarettes and reiterated memories and rejoiced living through them. 10PM we split ways at the parking lot and me and the boys walked back towards home. P asked if i am an eater in general and i said I Am Easy In Bed i love that there is liberty of intimate gossip between us despite of us being so fortressed and singular creatures. we had icecream at the park and i punched it with a Camel & then i took the bus back home listening to Fuck Ya Butt by Max B.

woke up with the most intricate pillowcase imprints across the face and shoulders almost wanted them to be permanent Like Air Or Love.

went out last night with the boys to our staple Chinese Restaurant and smoked and tried underwhelming Vietnamese spring rolls and came out late and walked around in the rain and spoke about Climate Refugees and what each one of us would do if we had a suite to our name M said he would make a gaming setup with lots of idiosyncratic lighting and invite us over and P said he would move in with his girlfriend i wondered if i should say i would probably install a steel pole and try bringing a stripper over to see what exactly the jazz is all about. by the time we boarded the metro all i wanted to do was be in bed and hear the rain pouring outside and imagine romantic scenarios for a long time while listening to Brian Eno. dozed off on the metro and started dreaming of writing about Knees and Knee Socks and Union Jack Bikinis and Swimming but then i remembered i had already mentioned Knee Socks in a previous poem maybe i love the concept of Knee Socks but then suddenly i lost all thought like dropping groceries through the bag and that immediate scramble to salvage whatever possible. floated like an apparition to the house and used my phone for a while and fell asleep while looking at a photo of Isabella Lovestory on Tumblr and missed out on my Sunday Routine Romantic Imagination Time.

i wish to be interviewed for some magazine or article whatever for no particular reason whatsoever maybe just for being who i am like An Interview With Soham Because Why Not.

i dresss to work like i would dress to the club not in the Work Way But The Club Way.