That horrid thirst for knowing more than will ever be knowable
Balance the equation and give up your quest for answers
Ham on Rye will do for this humane human
there is nothing that could satiate the thirst of the young girl lusting for another life, of anything but this, of a promise bigger than anything she could ever hold in the scapes of her own mind. she wishes for a viewpoint from which to gaze upon the galaxy, from which to say “i did that and more, i held the world in my hands and blew those fragile meteoric flames into a life”
He begrudgingly turns the stirring wheel to the all-too familiar road that he’s been coming back to for three weeks now. Three weeks of shattered grunts, pleading touches and rumpled sheets. Three weeks of attention-seeking bruises on his collarbones, unkempt and disheveled hair after being all over each other all night, and weighty thoughts of either “hey why not wake him up with butterfly kisses and then ask him out for breakfast” or “better find my clothes fast and leave before he wakes up and ask me out for breakfast because then i would gladly accept”. Three weeks of only satisfying both their greedy wants, and three weeks of yet throwing doubts at each other.
i dont know this word. it sounds kind of dark like sayin it out loud it sounds wierd to me. i have no clue what this word could mean because i have never heard it used before.
sate. I am not sure what this means .its feels like a past tense of eat with an S. or sat with an e. probably another name for a couch. commonly used in India and other parts. well lets see what exactly this means.
That horrid thirst for knowing more than will ever be knowable
Balance the equation and give up your quest for answers
Ham on Rye will do for this humane human
there is nothing that could satiate the thirst of the young girl lusting for another life, of anything but this, of a promise bigger than anything she could ever hold in the scapes of her own mind. she wishes for a viewpoint from which to gaze upon the galaxy, from which to say “i did that and more, i held the world in my hands and blew those fragile meteoric flames into a life”
He begrudgingly turns the stirring wheel to the all-too familiar road that he’s been coming back to for three weeks now. Three weeks of shattered grunts, pleading touches and rumpled sheets. Three weeks of attention-seeking bruises on his collarbones, unkempt and disheveled hair after being all over each other all night, and weighty thoughts of either “hey why not wake him up with butterfly kisses and then ask him out for breakfast” or “better find my clothes fast and leave before he wakes up and ask me out for breakfast because then i would gladly accept”. Three weeks of only satisfying both their greedy wants, and three weeks of yet throwing doubts at each other.
…….state state sate hate mate rate bait late great moments in history. why do we still act like cavemen? i don’t understand people
satisfy, well used, enough, grateful, have plenty, be full, use to completion
where are you, my sate?
we’ve lost all modern lights
just seven months ago
our demons have caught up
scratching at our doors
and i don’t know where to find
any more beer or gasoline
but your lips taste like whiskey
what a brilliant way to go.
i dont know this word. it sounds kind of dark like sayin it out loud it sounds wierd to me. i have no clue what this word could mean because i have never heard it used before.
sate. I am not sure what this means .its feels like a past tense of eat with an S. or sat with an e. probably another name for a couch. commonly used in India and other parts. well lets see what exactly this means.
bored, eat, feed, baby…