Tag Archives: Parker Tettleton

Mahler

We come up fifth-floor-front-door fucking. I want you to leave me to me. Silence is a god when silence believes it exists. I consider my bathroom human: love loves me like a parasite. I do not believe in cigarettes without … Continue reading

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VU

The first sentence is an emotion because an emotion is all the first sentence can think of. The love of anyone’s life is the next second. I want to move or not move every day. The sound of Lou Reed’s … Continue reading

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KS

I’m listening to Red House Painters with my blood in a tub when a sofa hands me a beer. The second sentence doesn’t believe in pumping gas. I wake up wanting exactly no one. I move on to wanting to … Continue reading

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SP

I take a dream about you & turn it into a very expensive pizza. The second sentence is a microwave about first times. I wake up to cheer on a university I never attended. Suzy has two Instagram accounts. I … Continue reading

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Shot

The thing is: you always look pretty & I wonder what the fuck. I’m imagining you when I order pizza—I order a large vegan pizza. I want a fifth-floor apartment that costs $1350. I have it. I want to repay … Continue reading

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Dart

I move my fingers out of spite—I mean to improve their directions. The second sentence is I want to know who comes & where & why. Mornings are the biggest assholes every time HBO means a lot to me. I … Continue reading

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Maddie

I’m buzzing on a day dedicated to bees. The second sentence is the clouds are cactus & pink & fucked up. I miss my dreams on the red line to Hollywood. I’m going somewhere so fast my nose runs into a … Continue reading

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