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I need someone who will hold my hand right before the Botox needle goes into my forehead. I want fake love and pretend feelings.I want nervous glances before the connection. I want to be able to bore a hole through your head and for you to hold it. I want that intensity without words, for a minute or for a day from across the table at one another. I want it filled to the brim of anything, be it contempt or love or jealousy or devotion. I want it so clear and strong and passionate that you wouldn't even have to stretch the chords we call vocals. no, you listen [becausethere's nothingtosay]. I want you to shut the fuck up and[lookatme]I don't want to make friends with people that attempt to catch my attention by staring or glancing. I don't want to make friends with people that follow me for a few minutes and walk away. I don't want to make friends with people that sit next to me or near me and wait for me to say something. I don't want to make friends with people that keep showing up at my job in hopes some connecting moment with make miracle of itself. I don't want to make friends with people that say "I like your style/hair/hat/jacket/eyebrows" and then don't have anything else lined up. I don't want to make friends with people that talk to me out of the blue.I want someone to walk up next to me and keep walking as if we know one another and we started together from point [a] and plan to continue to point [b]. I want someone who keeps going no matter how far I go, keeping up and not questioning or asking "where". I want someone who just says "hey" and that ends it. I want someone who understands that silence in verbality can be golden because smalltalk is filler and shit and neither of us cared anyway.because I don't care about the abbreviations or crushedtotwowords sentances, like your GED or your STD or your job as a prostitute. That you live near Hollywood Blvd or Sunset or a celebrity or ME. That you did or didn't make mommy and daddy proud. That you're a rebel that you conform that you're a dem or a rep or an indy or who you voted for and your OH AND FUCK BUSH 5secondsoundbyte statement. Your political views and your social economical middleclassvsupperclass bullshit. Your five thousand patches of bands names too fucking obscure or too easy to come up with like "Global Threat" and "Indy 5" and "No Kid's Underground" and "Antiamerican Presidancy" and blahblahblahblah. The words here are never and ever. Not yet.I want someone who can just walk. Because before you speak you know nothing of a person more than their physicalities. How they carry themself, the look on their face, the way they stepskipstumbleand .stop. How they cross a street with traffic near and how they get through a crowd. If they look both ways. If they breathe through their mouth or their nose. The things you always learn later when the friend or person mattered, because by then we were past all your mememe I'll listen just so I can talk. Because by then you cared. Because you were comfortable without talking.I want that first and all the rest after. Because I don't want to know your life and it's little details until I am comfortable, not the other way around. It should always be that way.Too bad no one does that.When they sent me my knight in shining armor, i buried him so deep to the ground that they'll bury him under skyscraper foundations before ever finding him. call it envy, but i am my own white fucking horse and the first man to lend hand was better off taking to a feminist [becausegodknowsi'mnot]. So boys please check yourself at the door, because unless you're homosexual or lacking your pieces, you're a threat here. [mindyou] not to me, but to yourself.Because nothing threatens me [reallypleaselet'slaughaboutthat][So]do as you fucking like, i bear no right to demand any silence from any of you. you will of your own choice, and i have no bearings to otherwise. howeverDon't try for me. i'll warn the fucking world and now i'll warn you. don't. you'll be wasting your time on something you will be completely dissapointed in. and if i don't dissapoint, i'll be dissapointed in you. all the children that ever tried left me sighing. left me bored. left me wondering where the distinction of awe dissapeared to that EVERYONE else saw.I suggest you not add me, for you will not be getting what you ask for. my mouth is random and my words are hard to follow. i do not slow down for much of anything, and i only speak for and to myself unless i point directly at you.I am the kid on your block that never lied to you. i am the one that does not stand out nor will ever choose to. i am the one who is not out to make friends. i'm screaming to myself, and save for any warnings i give to chase you away, i could care so little if anyone listened.
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What You Really Think Of Your Friends
No One is your soulmate.
You truly love Rivera.
You consider Adam Boone your true friend.
You know that Dana is always thinking of you.
You'll remember Matt H for the rest of your life.
You secretly think Adam Aninos is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.
You secretly think that Kingel is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.
You secretly think that Bob is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Bob changes lovers faster than underwear.
You secretly think Cody is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Cody has a hidden internet romance.
What Do You Think of Your Friends?