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dark matter is just matter that had a bad week.

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Notes App Group Therapy

Hi, um—

my name is…

well, actually, I have no idea.

(And why did I nearly say Slim Shady? Idk, felt like a reflex.)

I was born 12 minutes ago,

somewhere between a depressive episode

and a Bright Eyes playlist—

and then I was left here

in the fucking Notes app,

like it’s some kind of safe haven

for malevolent lyricism.

Like, what am I supposed to do here?

Start a cult? Join an MLM?

Wait—same thing.

My bad.

I’ll do a wraparound on that one.

Point is:

I didn’t ask to be brought into this world.

I’m two stanzas old

and already on the verge of an identity crisis.

Oh my gods—

I’m a Scorpio moon, aren’t I?

Anyway, here’s the gang.

We’re all traumatized,

which is kind of ironic

if you really think about it.

That’s Villanelle over there.

He’s got a white-knuckle grip on a handle of whiskey,

And only knows two lines—

Says he’s suffering from imposter syndrome—

but clearly, he’s just on the spectrum.

We hyper-fixate on Golden Girls together sometimes.

Love u, bro.

The frost monarch in the corner

giving off misandry-but-make-it-holy energy?

That’s Sonnet.

She’s kind of afraid of intimacy.

Give her space,

don’t ask too many questions,

and she’ll let you practice grounding exercises

within six feet of her.

COVID was really her prime.

The used-to-be-a-theatre-kid-turned-anime-apologist?

That’s Prose.

He likes to cry into his gojo body pillow and hoard all the good snacks.

PLEASE don’t mention Attack on Titan,

or we’ll all have to sit through his TED Talk

on why Armin “gets no bitches”

Again.

(I’ve got the footage. It kinda eats.)

Anyway, I don’t know if we’re gonna, like,

practice trust falls?

Read The Bell Jar?

Maybe form an obscure zine

or start a polyamorous writer’s co-op,

if we’re feeling some type of way.

I’m glad I showed up—

even if I’m mostly just overextended metaphor

and an Ariana Grande chorus

In your IG story ex-boyfriend-trap.

(Babe you know it. He knows it.

His mom knows it.)

We’re glad you’re too.

Getting locked up in the existential slammer

is a lot more fun when it reads like a sleepover.

And we can cuddle if you want.

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This is complete, utter, soul-crushing truth.

[I’m still not over Trip Tucker.]

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T'Pol: *can't find Archer in a crowd*

T'Pol: *uses hands as a microphone* THE VULCAN SCIENCE DIRECTORATE HAS DETERMINED THAT TIME TRAVEL IS IMPOSSIBLE

Archer: *from across the room* OH COME ON THAT'S BULLSHIT

T'Pol: found him

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My Space by Lerson Pannawit

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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

Oscar Wilde