And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

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In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


Call it Feeling

Summer.
I can smell the stale conditioner being rinsed out of your hair,
A stream of hose water running off your chin.
Zero reality control; liquid, gas-
You are metal.
Oxygen.
Thin, so thin that you sway
In my breath.
Softly, because you are close to me
And I can feel the vibrations of your sacred metal heart,
Through the mudpool the sprinkler creates around the edges
Where it stops too long.

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