Food is art and men are exes
That’s what I got from the conversation
How about you?
Oh well I know that I’m the fire that sparks the flame that is you and that your brain is too full for my liking but I’ll put up with it because I like that you can hear me even when I’m silent
And I like that your firewalls protected you enough to let me in
And I liked that your eyes spoke in a voice that sounded like ella that day when we met on the street
And I like that you walked towards me after feeling me move in the away direction
And even though you cut me off
But only because I had to stay on track with my destiny
But it’s ok because now we are
Each other’s
Destiny
And that we don’t have to talk to mean what we feel
Because words are sometimes and so often misused
And stale like old bread
You don’t cook with that, do you?
No, only for you
Yes, well as long as it’s edible
Not as edible as coconut meat
You mean juice
I mean juice. . .yours
My juice!
I’m a guy. It’s my job
That’s not your job. Plus you’re off today!
But I’m running errands and you know that means I’m coming for you
Misspelled but feel free to join me. I can’t wait to see you again
Whoa whoa, there’s that comfortable thing again
No couches in your system, huh?
Why all this maintenance robot talk
You started it
Well let’s finish it then. I want to spirit you away from this convoluted matrix where we exist
Where will we go?
Home, to a new place where systems don’t crash, viruses don’t exist, and music reigns it all
Shiiit, let’s go now
Ah, sweet princess, don’t let’s rush this dance
Who’s dancing?
We are, dancing towards something sweet in the morning
I love sweet
I love morning