David Foster Wallace | Infinite Jest | 1996
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David Foster Wallace | Infinite Jest | 1996
am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no
ššššš.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ššššš Ā ššš Ā ššššššš Ā šš Ā šššš Ā š šš Ā ššš Ā šššššš Ā šššš :Ā toĀ findĀ outĀ whatĀ Ā happenedĀ toĀ herĀ parentsĀ .Ā Ā onlyĀ thingĀ thatĀ wasĀ everĀ accompanyingĀ herĀ mindĀ .Ā Ā snappedĀ outĀ ofĀ herĀ ššššššššĀ what - ifāsĀ Ā dosenātĀ inciteĀ theĀ mostĀ pleasantĀ responseĀ Ā .Ā Ā eyesĀ grazeĀ overĀ theĀ situationĀ beforeĀ herĀ &Ā sheĀ respondsĀ byĀ providingĀ aĀ simpleĀ ,Ā obviouslyĀ š šššĀ smileĀ inĀ Ā returnĀ .Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā noĀ offenseĀ ,Ā butĀ iĀ haveĀ moreĀ importantĀ thingsĀ toĀ doĀ thanĀ helpĀ outĀ aĀ manĀ whoāsĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā perfectlyĀ capableĀ toĀ handleĀ someĀ smallĀ boxesĀ himselfĀ .Ā goodĀ luckĀ Ā !Ā Ā Ā ā
LOVELY ROSE WIELDS ITS UGLY THORNS ; heās got temperĀ to rival some ANCIENT GODS . noxious hubris that came like an indelible STAIN to his very existence . W E L L , WHAT WAS HE IF NOT ADAPTABLE ? something akin to aweĀ in curl of his lips , an audible breath . ā of course , donāt let me keep you . ā body is just a vessel to crude instincts that itch . if he were to incite her to trip with a pebble from the pavement . . .Ā ā watch your step ,Ā ā comes benignant warning , ā the pavement is a bit unevenĀ here . ā
šššššš.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ššššš Ā šššššš Ā šš Ā ššš Ā šššššš Ā šššššĀ asĀ theĀ presenceĀ entersĀ hisĀ houseĀ .Ā Ā theĀ knowledgeĀ ofĀ šššĀ itĀ wasĀ Ā alreadyĀ presentĀ inĀ hisĀ mindĀ .Ā theĀ onlyĀ personĀ heādĀ Ā allowĀ inĀ hisĀ Ā homeĀ withoutĀ evenĀ aĀ šššššĀ Ā ,Ā orĀ aĀ textĀ toĀ indicateĀ oneĀ wasĀ onĀ theirĀ wayĀ :Ā ššššššĀ Ā .Ā Ā asĀ heĀ turnsĀ aroundĀ ,Ā thatĀ brightĀ smileĀ fadesĀ toĀ aĀ lookĀ ofĀ disappointmentĀ appearsĀ .Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā broĀ .Ā Ā againĀ ?Ā Ā āĀ Ā hanbinĀ groansĀ outĀ ,Ā walkingĀ towardsĀ himĀ ,Ā lookingĀ upĀ &Ā downĀ hisĀ sicklyĀ figureĀ .Ā Ā āĀ Ā youĀ neverĀ lookĀ likeĀ garbageĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā justĀ aĀ littleĀ underĀ theĀ weatherĀ ?Ā Ā āĀ Ā evenĀ hisĀ wordsĀ soundĀ Ā šš š Ā toĀ himĀ .Ā kunwooĀ doesĀ lookĀ awfulĀ inĀ hisĀ currentĀ stateĀ ,Ā butĀ heĀ wasĀ stillĀ kunwooĀ ;Ā heādĀ alwaysĀ beĀ attractiveĀ evenĀ atĀ hisĀ worstĀ Ā .Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā youĀ haveĀ toĀ š šššĀ ,Ā Ā manĀ .Ā Ā itāsĀ Ā apartĀ ofĀ Ā theĀ lifeĀ styleĀ nowĀ ,Ā youĀ knowĀ thatĀ .Ā Ā cāmonĀ ,Ā Ā āĀ Ā &Ā thenĀ hanbinĀ isĀ grabbingĀ kunwooāsĀ handĀ (Ā Ā maybeĀ evenĀ intertwiningĀ theirĀ fingersĀ .Ā thatāsĀ whatĀ closeĀ Ā friendsĀ doĀ ,Ā rightĀ ?Ā Ā )Ā .Ā Ā āĀ Ā weāreĀ goingĀ outĀ toĀ dinnerĀ andĀ youāreĀ šššššĀ Ā toĀ eatĀ .Ā noĀ excusesĀ Ā .Ā Ā ā
HE IS THE CYNOSURE OF ALL THINGS ; one would think given adoration that sparks in kunwooās eyes just from the sight of hanbin . heād pull stars from the sky for him & he already HAS before . his fraught trajectory keeps leading back to him like captured asteroid , not that you would ever catch him complaining . syllables , quiet & desperately unsure barely resonate under solicitous gaze ; they tremble & he WISHES they didnāt . ā hanbin , i look fucked . you canāt pretend i donāt . ā although hanbin is MET with forbidding tone , dour exhaustion of kunwooās countenance softens . HEāD BEEN WORSE , FINGERS STAINED SANGUINE & BODY QUAKING IN A ROOM DEVOID OF LIGHT . ā see , that is where you are wrong . i can exist on sunlight alone . iām stronger than you can imagine . ā his reaction spoke volumes , rather lack thereof , to the contact . temerity to rattle the otherās warm oh-so familiar hand within his , as if this will bring sense to hanbin . ā you say that like this is normalĀ , man .Ā ā
FALSE GOLDEN BOYĀ ; he is theĀ devilĀ in disguise , the coiled serpentĀ āneath the blooming flower . sacrilege in every aspect .Ā his smile renders the burning sun envious . well , he found himself in a predicament that such a smile could remedy . āĀ excuse me āĀ āĀ Ā a breath of laughter , something light that flutters from his lungs with an accompanying smile . ā would you mind helping me out for a second ?Ā āĀ
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HIS INSIDES ARE ALIGHT ;Ā currently hellbent on burning him alive . the TELL-TALE RUMBLE of his stomach indicates that itās been nearly aĀ WEEK since heās eaten , but he cannot bring himself to gravitate towards what he needs to survive . HEāLL SNAP , LIKE CLOCKWORK & TRY TO OVERCOME THE REGRET THAT SWALLOWS HIM AFTERWARDS . an entirely unwilling surrender to his own nature .Ā heĀ A L W A Y SĀ finds himself back at hanbinās side when hunger has set heavyĀ into his bones . it isĀ hisĀ safety he falls into when the aches double him over &Ā it is hisĀ care he turns to when heās finally gone beyond restraint . HEāS A CREATURE OF HABIT .Ā ā hey bin .Ā ā clement smile punching dimples into his cheeks , poignant kind of pain settling in his ribsĀ . āĀ save you the trouble by just admitting i look like hot garbageĀ .Ā āĀ
šššš.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā blood drunkĀ Ā &.Ā Ā the winds are whispering of a time that can not be left behind. there is a pleasure that comes from the curling warmth in his stomach. a knowing that cannot come without the heavy feeling of death on his tongue.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā im sorryĀ Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā i promised that i was going to be good.Ā Ā āĀ Ā painted in this dark red in the bright moonlightĀ Ā ,Ā Ā heavy scent of iron only serves to make him more hungry. his fingers are dripĀ Ā ,Ā Ā dripĀ Ā ,Ā Ā dripping with the heavy sin.Ā Ā ā Ā im not doneĀ Ā ,Ā Ā it hurts to eat but i cant stop.Ā Ā āĀ Ā plagued by guilt for the lesserĀ Ā ,Ā Ā there is no passion in this. only a need. hes doing this to live.Ā
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CONTEMPLATION RUSTS HIS THROAT DRY ; festers in his chest . there he stands , MAN Ā / Ā GOD , stiffened inĀ observation . labyrinthine morals tangled like strings . not the NATURE of the action that sets him off but the SIGHT . ā you made a promise you knew you couldnāt keep . ā malignant heart , thorny vines that press into his skin will linger as scars til death . A SUBLIME HERESY TO FIND BEAUTY HERE . GOSPEL TRUTHĀ ; he is wicked , deprived of valor .Ā macabreĀ crimson shades do nothing to spark compassion for the victim .Ā a staccato , pause in the rise of his chest to speak again .Ā ā god . . youāve made such a m e s s , it'll stain your clothes . ā sweetness , shimmering &Ā saccharine from his throat like a motherās chiding .Ā
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wow itās kiwi back @ it again with a second intro but this time NOTĀ a monster but technically a monster you know ?Ā my lovely lil golden boy, out here for a good time not a long time.Ā
ā 4 clay from kyu
@fangburnĀ ā ; Ā three tweets from my muse directed at your muse.
ā - u already kno
@slcouths ā ;Ā Ā three tweets from my muse directed at your muse.
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send me a ā for a facebook status from my muse to yours
send me a ā for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse
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send me a ā for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse's phone
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whatās that comin over the hill is it a monster- no itās just kiwi who is super thankful for all of you.Ā BUT WHOāS THAT NEXT TO HIMĀ ?Ā yeah a monster for sure. han jinkyu, heaven-sent face but definitely actually from hell boy but aināt he so handsome and lovely ? letās take a look !
ā(ā¦) what I am aches in me.ā
ā Fernando Pessoa, from I See Boats Moving in āI Have More Souls Than Oneā (Penguin Modern: 19)