d A r K o B s E s S i O n S
N e E d A f F e C t I o N s
. . .  . . . .
i.dont.want.their.juvenility
I.JUST.WANT.YOUR.PASSION
!
i_don't_have_your_charmability
i'm-My-oWn-asSaSsIn.
&
one-hundred-thousand walkinG euphoriaS
and mE devoiD of satisfactioN?
type type type i rock i rule
it's all so skew to my goal.
A.T.D.T getting old
Giving up and getting cold
..and in-your-face reality
makes me out a fool.
?
dark glowing eyes
penetrate your soul
but reserve the information
that i don't have a tool
peek out from under an existentialist view
but talk to me like a person, and i've nothing to do.
go home to my porthole
and try to refrain
but lonely as a mole
I shove in my brain.
when will i realize
the real lies with my real eyes
that it's only to entertain?
try to suck out contentment, and you suck yourself in
again.
and again.  and again.&127;
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LO and BEHOLD
the antics i sold
got me some voice interaction.
communicate like a human?
for once it might work!
what a surpRISINGg reaction.
talk every day,
all witty and gay
..all i really want is a vent for my passion..
i take into account that good things never happen
and go on a pilgrimage one day..
being silly as i am
i don't want her attention my way
so a silly little spy i play
i wear a round hat and sunglasses (at night)
and almost die with fright
discovering that she knew who i am.
and she hugs me.
so for hours i stay
in case she comes to pay
some attention to her little nothing-to-say.
i ended up taking her home and sitting next to her in the car.
for two blocks.
that was cool.
i''''''''m babbling.
the daily convo ceases abrubtly
as i knew it eventually would
So one day i call her again
same old scheme. it's all good.
another form of hopeful foreplay.
I am the freudian model.
so, in the midst of siliconic despair
there just may be hope for this half a pair.

but that last line is just there to rhyme..
i don't want commitment; i just want some action.

I.