Listening to Black Marble’s record It’s Immaterial

Months ago my ex-, who I deeply respect, texted me she needs to pause our friendship; I hearted the message

Alcohol is by far the most diabolical drug I have ever taken

Wanna chat/phone call; then maybe come over; eat your pussy

Last night a woman’s pussy baptized my bed as her eyes rolled in the back of her head (her legs quivering, quietly)

I woke up w a vape beneath me, jammed against my spine

To make an end is to make a beginning

If you cannot be honest with yourself how do expect to know what you want or need & if don’t know what you want or need how do you expect to ever express what you want or need & if you can’t express what you want or need how do you expect to relate to another human being & if you can’t relate to another human being how do you expect to be understood by another human being & if you can never be understood how do you expect to understand

With my fingers within her & my eyes half-closed, I did not hear language in my head

We can chat about whatever: places you’d love to visit, how a majority of Houston drivers appear to be lost, the way a tree branch quivers after a bird takes flight

I love the presence of absence, like finding footprints or staring at a clock that’s stopped

Just come over & we’ll cuddle

Does the wind feel seen when it blows through the trees

All the women I’ve met on reddit have been intelligent

Before the truth sets you free, it tends to make you miserable

When her pussy let go completely I had a vision of my body floating undersea

Let’s chat, see if we ”vibe”; we’ll keep it chill; come over, eat your pussy; simple

I keep finding books & vapes in my bedsheets, like they’ve materialized out of nowhere as the result of some strange alchemy

I have to run to HEB to grab a few things

Anyway, hmu…