B. McGILLICUDDY
There is a girl that I sometimes write long series of words for
And sometimes I talk words at her about things
And sometimes I let her talk words at me
And I look at her face and I think, 'I like how her mouth moves'
I am able to do this while still understanding her ideas
I also sometimes make music for her
And tell her about new technologies
So that she does not become as big a dork as she thinks that she is
And I bum cigarettes off of her, because I am poor
And she tells me things like 'don't be insecure'
And then I stop being insecure
She is a very good friend to me for some reason
And this makes me happy about my life
Also, she is sexy
Being sexy makes life easier in the context of 'society'
Because 'society' cares about how attractive you are
Because 'society' wants to cum inside of you and make more of itself
So it gives you free ice coffee
And says nice things to you even though it is jealous
Of how attractive you are
This girl sometimes feels like she is not pretty enough
Which I can understand, because we think similarly
And she thinks that there must be something wrong if a place is mostly gray
And has mostly gray people in it
That talk about mostly gray things
And even have the last name 'Gray' sometimes unironically
And I empathize with this, even though my emotions aren't very complex
Which seems good
I want to make her a movie actress, and show her she is very beautiful now
And remind her when she is old and not as beautiful
That she was very beautiful once
By watching our films on an old projector
So that she can think of herself as Grace Kelly reincarnate
Or like a Nouvelle Vague staple of timeless femininity
And not be delusional
Like Gloria Swanson in 'Sunset Blvd.'
So that she will say things like 'those times are worth remembering'
And we will make a movie when she is old, because she will be a more experienced actress
And I will have an affair with one of her understudies
Like I did with her when she was her age
And she will become jealous and hate me
And then we will remember that we knew each other
And were good friends before we could buy liquor legally
And before marijuana was legal
And I will stop my affair, and she will stop hating me
And we will finish making the movie, and it will open at Cannes
And we will spend the Summer in France
Together
With our egos
B. McGILLICUDDY
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