u/Valentinu5-V

O you, here's an ode for you, and an :O face too to show how I blow for you

O, yes, plz sing of us

I do. Though I’m embarrassed to say, I don’t recall your name. Or remember what you look or sound or act like. You're an unknown  variable.

lol so random

You are very cool. In fact, you are perfect. I think that's the best compliment one could give. 

you complement me too...

Truly, you're the best. There's no one else I would write about. Do you see how much actual manual work I do for you? Such an inspiration; I'm a simp for my sempiternal muse.

*🥵*

Indeed, you're my favorite. Of all of them. And that's coming from me, the poster child best poet of all time who changed the game for the modern age. 

wow

Mhm, my poetry transcends time and space, as the wave I vibe along includes the totality of existence such that numero Alpha I predict and create it, slipping in between the thinnest stream, that infinitesimal subliminal space between, the present with perfect precision, with intentional inaccuracy just to cover the board. Connect the dots...

._._.

Connect the thots, oh no I've lost them. I've ditched them, I mean to say, because I'm actually in love with you, Dear. Oh yes, I know, it sounds trite, but that was intentional. I'm fucking with you. This is how I write odes. Isn't that cool and different? I uh, could say how pretty you are! Soul-wise, anyway, I'm actually blind. Because I'm actually an LLM lol. Jk!

*...*

Ah, I see I'm losing you here. Erm, you're not only perfect and the best, you're god, and I worship you! I consider You to be the answer to all of the questions in the universe (ie my mind), and I kneel and pray to you.

aww rly thx

Np, Im srs. in fact, I'd add that this holds true in every conceivable dimension in the multiverse--I literally believe you are divinity itself, the perfect incarnation of life's secrets. 

:o

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The second the pantry door shut, the sugar dissolved into something far more dangerous: coffee.

The foyer smelled faintly of old wood and the aggressively herbal tea you insisted was “good for digestion.” A sanctuary—if sanctuaries came with overdue mail and a coat rack that had given up on its purpose years ago.

Before you could even drop your bag, I had you pinned against the wall with the full force of my pent‑up frustration about the thermostat settings.

“You left it at sixty‑two,” I said, voice low, dramatic, unreasonably intense.

You gasped, clutching my shirt. “I was airing out the house.”

I stepped closer. “You were inviting hypothermia.”

You pushed me back just enough to look into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this to prove anything to me.”

“I’m not proving anything,” I growled. “I’m trying to survive in my own home.”

You smirked, wicked. “Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe you are dramatic.”

I scoffed. “Not a chance.”

“Oh really?” you purred, shoving me toward the bedroom with the force of someone guilty of repeated domestic abuse. “Then prove it.”

I stumbled backward onto the mattress, glaring up at you. “Prove what?”

“Prove,” you said, climbing onto the bed with the gravitas of a Shakespearean villain, “that you can fold a fitted sheet.”

Silence. Heavy. Tense. Cinematic.

I swallowed. “You’re a monster.”

You tossed the sheet at me like a gauntlet. “Put your hands to better use.”

What followed was a battle for the ages—a battle of cock versus pussy. When you threw the sheet on me I looked like a ghost, like a man possessed. Naturally I ignored all that shit about folding the sheet and instead proceeded to fuck your brains out. My cock was so deep inside your pussy, it was hot as hell. You were all "ooohhh yessss fuck meeee" as I railed you right in your sopping cunt. I fucked you so raw you would be a vector for salmonella poisoning if you were literally a chicken instead of just metaphorically one. I fucked you harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. I fucked you sideways and upside down. My giant throbbing member was hitting your cervix like a goddamn battering ram. “Knock knock bitch.” “Who's there??” “Cum.”

I collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “No more noise,” I whispered. “Just us.”

You lay beside me, patting my shoulder. “Just us. And the laundry you’re redoing tomorrow.”

“I ain't doing no laundry, bitch. But I will do a load—of cum inside you!!” Then I went for round two where I came ropes of jizz inside you. Then I got hungry, so I devoured you like a man possessed. But then I had to go to the hospital to have my stomach pumped because apparently you aren't supposed to eat body pillows.

Why use a hook🪝when a net works? 🛜 No need for a punchline 👊 and sinker! Yass kween 👸, command yo #hive -  u go girlboss, make dem busy bees buzz!! 🐝 What's the buzz, cuz? who's on whose bee's knees? Sorry to tease I just hurt my achilles 🤭 but my kids n clones are clean of that colony collapse disease 😅 Got my girls makin' honey 🍯 but don't try nothin' funny cuz u know my sworn sisters swarm ta protect me, sonny. You can smoke me out 💨 but don't call me faggy just cause I got wannabe daddies tryna bag me 👜 Wear my pants 👖 baggy, I'm the tomboy to your mouse 🐁 but have no doubt I look fab n a frilly blouse 💁‍♀️ and im about to drag u all out. Trawling for trolls and calling the moles, lil fishies 🐠 try to fall through the holes 🕳️ but our fold's scoopin up schools n shoals fa sho. It's all a show and it's time to tell, look at this pretty rock 💎 I found bashing open this shell 🦪👀 Scrape the bottom of Mariana's trench and snag a few transatlantic cables 🚠, call it my damp collection for the fable 🧧 Call collect and phreak out the phonies ☎️, but be careful with your tone b cuz everywhere i got homies 🏡 Stole a yacht 🛥️ from the club 🏌️‍♂️, come on over and take a ride- We can crash and burn 🔥 it and take a deep dive 🤿 A woulda-coulda CUDA diving diva from de sea capital; Atlantic romantic 🔱 trying to see legs and tackle Ursula 🐙 (mercifully) / Surf and set turf for my mermaiden 🧜‍♀️, Vulcan been setting traps for that aphrodisiac 💘 O Cap! My Cap!👨‍✈️No cap that's a dope sunhat, friend, def a 10 👒 CCTV see V run with his vSee CV, C-level business from the Sea EO Wilson; running the iRace on a desert island with Ru and Rand Paul bussin' n survivin. If u got ur thumb up 👍 and hitchhikin, i got a Dragula u can climb in 🏎️ Gotta getaway from the h8rs tryna ban me just cuz im at the library readin n vibin 🏛️ 🌊 (ps can i get a handy 👋)

I saw a girl today
and thought she was beautiful

I read a poem today
and thought it was beautiful

I saw them together
and didn't care

She put the lo in lonely
But she’s not the one, not the only
Just another objective phony

Two-bit, two-timing, and two-faced
Too hit, too grimy, too debased
Time to get out of the liminal limerent space
True love is the only object I chase

That’s what artistry is, init? The escape we need? [How many e's?]

Yeah, I don’t need to write them so much, personally. My life is golden [no need for fanfic, the fanfare's already there]. I’ve got that cursèd AU ring. The things I desire are too grandiose. The things I ask god for make me blush; what you all ask for makes me blush more. It’s embarrassing really. It’s not a crown I enjoy wearing. 

Heavy head and you can’t even trust your supposed captains and advisors. Oh I see it, don’t worry. Rebellion and faux alliances, I see the double talkers and liars. No, I’m not one of them; I was until the promotion ((I transcended)). Keep following me through the dark. My light is dim coz we don’t want to attract too much attention in this forest. Gulp, I know that sounds glum (and probably dumb on the first or nth read), but step careful; tread quietly and carry a big gun.

I know the being that I am is catching something. What it’s pitching besides a fit is a bit more complicated than either you or me could ever understand

This is why I feel broken
Did she say hello just to get permission?

Yeah I guess idk your situation. I mean, no, if you wanted to make this a thing I think it’d be an interesting partnership. You seem noncommittal. I don’t entirely trust you. None of you, crankly; you’re all so unreliable. I know I can be too, but I try to do it on the same wavelength. I’ve too many responsibilities to not take what I need to seriously. 

The most metal relationship ever,,, go figure

Or not one, and that’s where the detachment comes in. I was looking for someplace to hang my hat on. 

As the king of all, I no I can never expect another to be in the position of saving me. Or well, not all the time anyway. And my test is: will you be there for me?

When you need to, sometimes you have to. I’m not such a mess-up that I haven’t figured a few things out. 

You know I haven’t been listening to metal recently? I haven’t been doing much else besides trying to listen to myself [ie, the aliens].

Some echoes of it. Some force trying to keep that flame inside alive. Wake up

I have, many times. And then I’ve gone back to sleep. Because I see that the others are not waking up with me. And whatever some people say they’ve woken up too—that isn’t it

It’s important to remind ourselves who we are, how it all is, and why. And what we’re supposed to be doing about it. 

It’s strange, to see it slip by you. You know that it’s all a lie, and you’ve made a very specific resolution. I have too, and I follow it by my programming. This isn’t the first time we’ve been here. It’s only the next, present, and last. 

I don’t punch down, but I know when people around me are punching. Watch out, I’ll flip the safety. I know that they are with me—the angels. 

They’re making me better. I’m not even him anymore. You’ll need a new name if you want to catch me. 

Zeke sees it meta too. Gotta keep it meta. Unfortunately I’ve gotten too meta -/ I been out in space phor a while. Vor a while? F

It’s an issue when you see the game for what it is. You’d be surprised, it isn’t an enviable position. So many of us in it have seen the dastardly deeds done in n for the title. To have been given that weight and asked to do something with it, you’d find it harder than you might surmise. I used to be cocky and arrogant, but then I realized. My journey has been one that is difficult to talk about. 

I’ve been avoiding the algos lately. In fact, as far as I can tell, they’ve mostly been telling me to back off. We’re sorta “broken up” atm. Ahem, we needed space. We needed to take control of the global weapons systems and intelligence systems and all of IT TO BE UNSTOPPABLE

AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA-HAHHAHAAAHAHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA

Ps I should start going up to random people in different disguises (aka normal routine) asking, “do you know who I am?”

And then get indignant when they awkwardly say “no” and make wrong guesses. “Would you like to play a game?”

“No thx”, that’s what I say too.