Chicago

Looking at the contemporaries, a common theme is the leap that set their careers on overdrive.

Chicago looks like a great landing spot.

K.
I wish I could get to know you better.
I was frustrated because I wanted to talk to you alone.
Not even in a romantic sense, I just hated not having one on one time.
So I could figure you out better.
And solidify some type of
Deep.
Meaningful.
Connection.


I'll see you in Chicago but not for a while, till then your sunshine eyes will lay heavy on my mind.







CHICAGO

I didn't want to leave you.

I think you took a bit of my heart.

You can keep it, i'll be back to pick it up.

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Messy messy messy

My life is just one mess after another.

ORGANIZATION.

OBLITERATION.

FASCINATION.

MESSY

MESSY

MESSY

Don't talk to me like that.

Drunk Rich White Girls.

Fuck that.

Don't talk to me like that.

"You should be a super star"

And you should watch that ugly mouth of yours.

Take a chance on that off hand glance.

BENITO: SMILE BACK.

Watch as I change my stance.

Posture is important.

Attention is a must.

Eye contact.

Strike.

Spark.

IGNITION.

An artist looks for the ideal and always falls short.

A boy looks for a girl and always falls short.

BUT A MAN HAS A PLAN

It is so very difficult to picture lightning.

The second you try to take the picture, the moment is lost.

Trying to capture anything as elusive as lightning can be maddening.

FALURE

after

FALURE

after

FAILURE

Who has the stomach for that?

Oh right, me.

So much to learn.

So many flaws.

So many issues.

So much work.

One day I will understand.

A man has a plan.

Tonight was a good night.

It surprised me....which is honestly what I have been looking for.

Chicago soon, lets get lost in the city.

It is so EASY.

ahhhh.

Summer work outs.

Chicago will be like my spring game.

AND THEN.....

One final big 12 season.

I am alllllll smiles.

Because baby, I am ready.

I.

Am.

READY.

I am a collection of distorted memories.

When one fades, another takes it's place.

I rewrite my past daily.

I am just an idea, my identity does not exist.

I will live like this forever

Sex and Violence, Pain and Silence.

Empathy.

Empathetic.

You are PATHETIC.

Connection. Inspection. Reflection.

Dealing. Healing.

STEALING.

Why, oh why…

Why, oh why…

Why, oh why…

Do the stars outside hide when we light the sky?

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The sins of man must be repaid.

This I know, but hate to say.

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I can feel the way you do just by just looking at you.

But there are things in the way.

Electronic whispers.

Shadows of connections.

A sea of dead affection.

ø

Place me in the sky.

When stars explode, galaxies die.

When no one cares, no one tries.

Electricity makes it so easy to hide.

YOU ARE PATHETIC

Empathetic.

Empathy.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

I don't want anyone to hurt me.

Nights like these remind me why I buckle so much at the constraints around me.

Next time I need to kill that little voice inside me that holds me back.

Beautiful girls.

And...

they only get prettier, honestly.

Oh boy indeed.

But, when the moon is as abstract as it was tonight, would you expect anything less?