let's be so serious and so deeply for real for a sec:
the judgement to question in this fictional exchange is Anne
for writing to me on my take
when literally one of the first things that happened to me this morning is i saw a sequence of 15 words on twitter in such an order that i burst into tears in a happy way like actual rivers down my cheeks this a.m.
and then i drove to the grocery store to get birdseed wondering if love is like treeroots cos even tho there was no way that was meant for me it found me anyway and idk how that works, how something is able to find me and matter so much emotionally when that was not intended as a fact insofar as another can ever verify which is a lot actually
the author of those fifteen words?
michael curzi
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is all of this sad for me? like the whole thing like everything like my entire time online in aggregate?
yea probably
to me, i imagine it doesnt feel that different from being at an AA meeting like sure, i could afford to be less embarassing but who is that for and is that getting me anywhere ultimately
probably am a sapiosexual in denial and that is really embarassing to have to have to contend with
way way too smitten with wordsmithing
~and yet~ tho
cos i do think on another level the treeroots thing holds water and good intentions anon return good intentions anon in some inexpicable way outside of time sometimes