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It would be hard for someone like her to come across the words pharmakon and psychopomp - the concepts - and not be able to laud them in her plutonic column.
here they were.
some new words
some ancient words
pharmakon - remedy and poison
psychopomp - she won't look it up but she thinks it was a silent nonjudgmental usher to the dead....
and all these words.
why?
because duh derr dummy - she wanted you to know her.
whoever you are.
she even dreamed that 5000 years in the future, someone would Sappho her
oh, she's told you that a lot
imagine being her.
could you try?
she would so love it.
it would mean that you would care mostly about the engine in her head that is fine sort of when it has no human or other animal stimulus - but the minute a human or the concept of a human comes into the picture fucking put those shields up metachlorons. put them up, then peak behind them constantly and stick your tongue out and think it's cute instead of fucking sad.
where did you go?
who taught you to be like this?
why did you believe them?
could you try to let me love you?
it would be so much better. I might hurt you. I might misunderstand you, but I'll ask you before I leave you silently. I'll say, "can you explain yourself"
and mother fucker
I will
"drink"
"why?"
"Oh, I've made a new game. every time you say fuck, drink."
"ok. thanks for being here."
"it's easy. I chose you, and I'm with you until the end."
"ouch"
"oh stop. I'm going to tickle you so hard if you don't believe I like you."
"I get asthma when I'm tickled too hard."
"I just happen to be magic and have an albuterol inhaler at all times on me. because I love you and I remember you saying that about when your brother and sister used to laugh when they'd tickle you enough to make you unable to breathe clearly for two hours."
"damn. thanks. I'm not used to this."
"get used to it. get used to someone loving you."
"Dobby is screaming in the other room again. fuck."
"drink"
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