You, like sugar, I desire.
You, like sugar crystals, shine in the light.
You, like sugar, make me high.
And you, like sugar, make me crash.
You, like sugar, I am told to avoid.
You, like sugar, make me regret.
You, like sugar, sicken me.
And you, like sugar, motivate me to change.
Somewhere far away, just far enough away that you won’t find it, there is a highway that goes on forever. Driving down that highway at 75 miles an hour, is a car that will never run out of gas.
On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.
There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.
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