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king kong NINJA
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The first one wasn't wise, but she was the problems my wisdom had run into,
in the way that a mountain isn't wise, or a great rolling over of the sea isn't wise, it is overwhelming though, beyond our scope, beyond wisdom.
The second was wise, monastic almost. A first date could take years to achieve. She would hand secrets to me like bloody rooks she pulled into the light to make it a game she better understood. Concentrating her hand into a fist, she would drive it in, and her eyes would show saddening as she felt the bottom drop out over and over again, as if the world was digging it against her will.
The third was silly. Obtuse and forgiving. I could stick my dick into a toaster oven and it would only be unexpected in the sense that causes laughter. There was a moment i thought i caught her contemplating her glass of beer, but she was in fact letting it contemplate her.
Three magic hearts captured me in a triangle of threads, and like the fates, weave and give slack madly,
there is no telling of myself without mentioning how each day their strings, their barbs dig deeper towards my center, splitting through and growing into the aged bricks of my childhood memories like vines, magical like the clicks and dervishes of a computer's desktop.
While all the while the intensity beneath the surface is more than i can understand. I think it is only their kiss that makes me writhe like a prize fish between them.
They dupe me into believing their hearts are magic. In truth a word like that is the only way one keeps from giving up. I will wait for her calm that first girl. I will pull the second's eyes from the eternal slide inside of her, and the third i will laugh with untill she stops.
Frightening when it's ours, lovely when it isn't, magic is our word for the pause we give to too much, for the assumptions we make to procede. Magic is alive in their hearts, and in the sky that could fit twice in each of them.
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