Milo
Besos
Black tourmaline and amethystHot damn it, I'm bad at thisEver find yourself asking where David Mamet is?Probably not, wellI'm convinced that he's my life's narratorI saw your bare chest and I savored that moment like a Now&LaterThat's a tasty little candy treatI look down, what dandy feetI even wrote it in my manuscriptYou didn't mind that I'd dine on a Pythagorean dietAll your friends remind me of Parisian spiesI even sketched your outline in my journalI might have wrote X loves Z above the urinalBecause I'm twelve years oldAnd I have a linear understanding of causalityYou've only ever been a pal to meI had that glinty eye like Emperor PalpatineI'm not going to pretend that I know what pallid meansNo filler linesThe number 9 and the number 7Then I devoured you like a hungry little muskratBuilt a shrine by my bed of ascension stonesThen I broke my bones to make these drum loops, oopsI'm a dumb dude and I shouldn't have said thatLetras de cancionesI was the Egyptian in the meme wearing a bread hatI've got these ACME earthquake pillsNow tell me about your world viewsIn the dark I felt you sneeze and your form took shape like MeadowlarkI think you're really pretty and I hardly ever mean thatMy form is more conducive to a beanbagSometimes it feels like we're Abraham and SarahI don't have a theory of sexEveryone else is king of AbimelechPerhaps I'm more like Richard DedekindI don't mean to let all these abstractions inI don't mean to carry on about your formI don't mean to surf internet forums for pornGeorg Cantor, I enjoy your banterI think we could develop a theory of the infiniteOr transfiniteI thought I'd dedicated my life to mining pyriteNow we store stuff in Pyrex containers in the fridgeWhen I'm around you I let my hair down
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