“I am not yours” by Sasha at her desk

Wednesday, May 23, 2018
10:08pm
5 minutes
I Am Not Yours
Z. Randall Stroope

You say you want a revolution but I don’t know about that. You drink your orange juice every morning straight from the jug, you add a glug of soy milk to cornflakes, you ride your stationary bike for thirty minutes (sometimes twenty, but that’s the only time you stray from the same the same the same the same).

You say that you’re boring, or bored, I’m not sure. You talk about the same three guys you went to high school with and who they’re fucking and why they’re sad, and how you’re better (or worse, but that’s the only time you stray from the same the same the same the same the same the same the same).

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