Saturday, September 1, 2012

Frank Ocean- Super Rich kids


9:12AM
Sept. 1st
Frank Ocean - Super Rich Kids


So, he responded to my idiotic text..

One of those texts where: 
You type the message out loud, 
lock your iphone, 
Unlock it immediately, 
press the send button, 
throw your phone at the end of the bed, 
& Turn it over, so all you can see is your reflection of your nervous face through the mirrored apple. 

" I miss you to" - HIM

Now, did I Just turn that 4 worded broad phrase into a game of wheel of fortune? Or do we as creatures release those words as broadly as we shoot out the word "Friends?"

What part of me does he miss?? 
Those secret facebook video chats we do to say goodnight? 
Or maybe its my personal presence.. 
Could it be Those midnight blunts we smoke on our secret stairway?? where nothing else seems to matter but me, you, & the sucky view to the victorian houses we dream to have at one point. Fighting over the same green & white house, every single time.
I think its the secret smiles we give off to each other, feeling the love from the opposite side of the bar, as we make a drunken toast with our different friends, cliques, and crews,

I miss Trigger- #mamaSKYE

Iss harder to figure out the meaning of this message, because besides the time we spend only together, were friends in everyone else's eye. Is that "miss" apart of friendship? Does it only mean the times we spent together with the Astros??
does it not mean anything at all? 

Does dating in the circle even work? There's points on a triangle, rectangle even a square. But a circle just goes around, one way only.  And Just like friends, its only one way... Friends... of course our male animal side wants to swallow half of the circles loads, but at what price? How do we even define something like that. Friends with benefits??? that makes it a triangle...  Or do we grab the first newbie and make them our own.. That makes a rectangle... Or do we decided to Fuck first then friend later.... That would make a oval...  We all try to find love... ( but NOT like rihanna hoe druggie ass) but real love.. And believe me, gay love is a whole different story...     

HASH TAG: San Fran is the worst place to find love... EVER... 

so again, how does the message play out?? i wish he would have explained the tone in his voice as he wrote those 4 words... #drivingmeINSANE

FUCK...

As I decipher the embedded surreal code on my transformer, I sip my powered hot cocoa, take another drag, and read the passage, slow and careful

eye. Mis. u. 2

eye. Misunderstood. you...

FUCK....

As my mind wanders in 100 different directions, I pressed the barley spaced out letters on my phone, the autocorrect stopping me from making a fool out of myself..

"How are you"- ME

The process starts again..

yours truly,
happily nervous

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