quit it, nick. i'm freakin out!

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would you rather have terminal cancer or be Joeblowsloads?

Would you rather be in the planes that crashed into the twin towers or be Joeblowyouaway?

Would you rather get ♥♥♥♥♥♥ hard by your own father or be joeblowsloads?

Would you rather kill yourself or just continue with your pitiful life as joeblowsloads?

Would you rather get stage 4 HIV from sharing a hypothermic needle with your wife or be joeblowsloads?

Would you rather have your flesh consumed by satan summoned from your mother being ritually sacrificed or be Joeblowyouaway?

Would you rather have the US bomb your oil fields or be Joeblowyouaway?

Would you rather be a fat ♥♥♥♥ living in his mom's house ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ his pretend wife (fleshlight) with nasty greasy hair listening to ♥♥♥♥♥♥ edgy music streaming hogworts in minecraft or have an actual life?

Like a hand in rushing water,
a cool and tangible surface,
like a hand out a car window,
the wind controlling its movement,
like a hand upon green grass,
as you watch it bend in softness,
like a hand touching fire,
every moment leaves a mark,
like a hand in the frozen snow,
your warmth could melt it all,

gently,
slowly,
specifically,
all detail matters,
and every inch is art,
I could tell you about a reason,
to love a moment like this,
but its better left,
unsaid,

for a touch is worth a thousand words,
and pictures just don’t matter anymore,
for only a memory of your touch,
can bring that look to her face,
and that longing,
to her eyes.