Autist From the Twelfth Floor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 14, 2016

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I want to enter you as mankind entered this world. 

Your spring flowers anticipates the pollination that I soon beg into the postlude. 

Reposing in this postlude for little time before I come back from daily chores

and press "i" on my keyboard into the internet browser awaiting for the webpage to automatically fill in...

and the postludes cycling incessantly to another prelude.

Somedays the "i" is "pornhub"

Somedays it is "facebook"

Somedays it is "you"

 

Frankly speaking I am lying to myself trying to copy a sense of sophistication in my prose like Joyce did. I wish I could of written those love letters to you rather than Joyce to Nora. I wish I was less of an autist, maybe 4chan did it to me. But I am obsessed with you, like those who never marry again after their loved ones die. I am afraid to say that I love you because I can't distinguish you or "you". You have become an idea and I have fallen into the trap of thinking that I love you when really its the idea of your existance from these years ago. We said probably less than a hundred words since that time, any rational being would of given up but I clung on. I am tired of writing now. I guess this whole thing is the evidence of my self diagonised autism. Sorry to bother you today again, internet


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