our_life_imitates_your_art
unhinged
i
want
to
rewind
and
go
back
to
when
the
only
thing
that
mattered
between
us
was
the
present
.
your
entire
life
is
a
production,
literally
.
you
say
and
do
things
to
advance
the
plot
.
you
like
to
direct
the
people
around
you
to
fit
your
designs
.
i
have
become
a
part
of
your
production.
i
want
to
rewind
and
go
back
to
when
the
timidness
and
unfamiliarity
between
us
was
electrifying.
there
isn't
anything
spontaneous
or
irrational
about
you
.
everything
is
calculated
for
maximum
effect
.
your
whole
life
IS
a
fucking
stage
or
set
.
you
daydream
in
storyboards
and
presentations
and
funding
pitches.
i
want
to
rewind
and
go
back
to
when
i
wasn't
on
the
other
end
of
your
video
camera
.
070316
...
phil
You
fit
yourself
into
a
role
that
is
easy
to
understand
and
to
explore
so
that
you
don't
have
to
face
any
of
the
reality
.
Devising
a
plot
of
some
linear
focus
,
illness
of
a
relationship
,
that
goes
nowhere
beyond
yourself
.
You've
spent
weeks
coming
up
with
a
little
emotionally
blocked
metaphor
.
Use
a
little
more
of
what
your
life
has
gleamed
for
you
.
Cleaning
your
room
a
million
times
is
never
going
to
cut
the
lawn
.
Get
my
drift
?
What
do
you
want
?
Your
imagination
to
spill
over
into
the
world
like
a
damn
glacier
printing
your
name
over
every
nuance
of
life
?
If
your
life
is
going
to
imitate
art
I
suggest
you
stop
looking
at
your
version
of
art
and
take
a
look
at
the
tools
they
used
in
the
process
.
And
try
again
.
070316
...
mmmerrr...
whats
a
metaphor
?
i'm
ony
a
baby
!
070317
...
fix
i'm
not
a
business
women
that's
why
i'm
poor
....
you
didn't
teach
me
how
to
make
money
out
of
it
...
...
i
was
so
lost
for
what
to
do
...
i
tired
lots
of
things
though
...
because
i
couldn't
decide
what
to
do
...
i
think
i
wanted
to
do
it
all
...
but
that
didn't
work
either
....
it
didn't
pay
my
bills
...
...
why
do
people
close
the
door
in
my
face
all
the
time
?
070317
...
unhinged
and
then
we
sit
around
like
normal
people
and
i
heat
you
up
some
dinner
and
make
you
some
coffee
.
we
boil
my
pipes
together
and
smoke
some
hash.
i
haven't
felt
high
since
i
got
back
from
hawaii
.
i
watch
the
movie
to
the
backdrop
of
your
quiet
snoring
,
watching
you
literally
nod
off
in
the
corner
of
my
eye
.
then
we
do
normal
things
like
normal
people
and
i
remember
why
i
love
you
.
070318
...
PRETTY THING
WHO
TAUGHT
ME
HOW
TO
DANCE
THEN
!
070319
...
FOUL
Melo -
i
love
sex
...
oh
whoops
...
your
hot
on
the
sofa
!
very
nice
!
He
he
!
;-)
070319
...
unhinged
but
we
don't
do
normal
things
together
like
normal
people
anymore
and
we
haven't
for
a
long
time
.
you
quit
work
and
i
was
hoping
that
meant
me
too
,
but
now
that
you
don't
get
to
see
me
on
a
regular
basis
,
you
are
reaching
out
.
the
bigger
part
of
me
wants
to
tell
you
to
fuck
off
.
there
has
been
to
much
silence
to
rewind
through
.
i
now
have
better
things
to
do
with
my
time
.
and
i
guess
you
have
more
time
to
think
about
me
.
the
dramatic_irony
of
that
is
definitely
not
lost
on
me
.
when
we
wait
around
,
things
pass
us
by
.
090515
...
my name it means nothing
my_art_imitates_your_life
090515
...
unhinged
(
you're
married
now
.
every
time
you
talk
about
your
wife
stabs
me
a
little
.
the
last
time
i
saw
you
there
was
a
storm
in
your
eyes
that
looked
like
it
wanted
to
say
something
.
the
scene
,
the
place
,
the
time
were
all
wrong
.
we
waited
too
long
.
it
passed
us
by
.
you
found
a
woman
with
a
penthouse
and
an
expired
visa.
you
married
her
and
moved
to
south
america
for
awhile
.
that
sounds
like
the
better
ending
anyways
)
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