Binary Affection

Places and spaces adorned with levity escape me in my exile. I find myself in you as you cry to smile. I love your hair, standing or sitting there as if you do not cry. Haiku may be best, but then I am stressed. I keep you in my mind's eye (hawk and eagle). No number two in necessary. You are my queen and we can be MEAN if we need to. Break the silence and a fist may hit your mouth. Pyro burn the telepathy and they will never think again. As if conjecture, rumors, and nasty negativity is thinking in the first place. Maybe you are a little Zuckerberg crew today. Find what you see BENEATH. THAT is the reality. Mixing a strong WHOP that gives a swirling hangover that can leave you on the verge of dead. Know when to LEAVE and when to say THANK YOU to an unsuspecting ALLY. Beautiful, not by mistake, you draw from a QUAYLE quality in me that is RAGE every day. Telekinetic reality needs to remain unseen and unproven in this vicnity. Bottles okay, wall hangings not. Love, hopegod3, 0000100010000011110000110