Sugarcane

When [[I turned]] to watch you go\nThere were cookies in my hands\n\nOatmeal-raisin

They wove themselves into the hard places of the sky,\n[[Charcoal]] dusting [[charcoal]] through the ankles of their pants\n\n"We will build our own damn bridges"\n\nThey took a single, long, deep breath\nAnd [[shipwrecked]] themselves in the harbor

Standing at the vista's edge, [[gazing off]],

We [[break down]] in the windstorm dark,

At first, the scent of amandine\nFlirting with the Cypress above the gardens\n\nIn Rome, my sweet Caligula\n\nWhere the waters of the New Year’s well\nAre apt to be quite turbid\n\n\n//[[FUCK THE WELL]]//

When I turned to watch you go\nThere were cookies in my hands\n\nOatmeal-raisin\n\nOne had seemed to have a bite already missing\nWhen I absentmindedly [[picked it up]],

[[Rules|rules2]] were made to be broken.\n\nRules were made to be broken. \n

<<silently>>\n<<set $title = "Rules">>\n<<endsilently>>[[Rules]]

Rules were made to be broken!\n\nRules were made to be broken!\n\nRules were made to be broken! \n\n[[rules]] were at

[[Rules|rules3]] were made to be broken.\n\nRules were made to be broken. \n\nRules were made to be broken.

We break down in the windstorm dark,\nAnd I can taste your kiss for a season\n\n\n[[You have to sleep at some point|theVista]]\n\n[[But I only just woke up|WhatIf]]

Hurrying to turn around.

But that universe,\n\nthat alternate [[timeline]]

//Yield: one lump, approx. size and weight of the average human heart//\n\nyou will need:\n-1 phone screen, scratched for texture\n-1 sip of the plastic-cup coffee that fails to melt the frost from last night's cold snap\n-4 long nights, gazing over her sleeping shoulder at the upside-down sky\n-the ink of half a dozen exploded pens\n-2 cups water-soluble methocel dyed with printer's ink, taken from Armus' slime puddle in //Star Trek: The Next Generation// S1E23 "Skin of Evil"\n\nPreheat: 375°F\n\nCombine methocel, pen ink, long nights, and coffee in a large mixing bowl. Receive an urgent phone call, only for your battery die before you can answer. Separate the emptiness of the black phone screen and add to previous mixture, then spread onto a cookie sheet and bake for approx. 3 hours or until color reaches perfection.\n\n[[Serve chilled|FUCK THE WELL]].

<<set $title = "RULES WERE MADE TO BE BROKEN">>[[Rules|rules1]] were made to be broken.\n

[[were made]]

I saw you today at dinner.\nI caught your eye, smiled and muttered an airy\n\n[[“”|hey]]

Rules [[were made to be broken]].

I saw you today at dinner.\nI caught your eye, smiled and muttered an airy\n\n"Hey!"\n\n[[...|yousentoneback]]

[[literally]]

what if rules\nare [[made]] to\nbe broken

They wove themselves into the hard places of the sky,\n[[Charcoal]] dusting [[charcoal]] through the ankles of their pants\n\n"We will build our [[own]] damn bridges"

When I turned to watch you go\nThere were [[cookies]] in my hands

<<$title>>

Tonight will burn all of our [[colors]]

Tonight will burn all of our colors\n\nThe blood cold red, \n\tlike frost, \n\t\tdusting jagged liquid peaks\n\nThe hot white [[gold]],\nreaching from the mantled \ncrests of wood

Tonight will burn all of our colors\n\nThe blood cold [[red]], \n\tlike frost, \n\t\tdusting jagged liquid peaks

At first, the scent of amandine\nFlirting with the Cypress above the gardens\n\nIn Rome, my [[sweet]] Caligula\n

[[broken]].

At first, the scent of [[amandine]]

temporal [[divergence]]

quantum harmonization playing ukulele with the [[strings]]

i was thinking the other [[night]]\nwhat i'd be like if i had never met you\nthe answer was: sucky

I can see her waving from the other side\nEvery time I say the [[word]],

[[to be broken]]

I think they might [[actually]] be

<<set $title = "You">>I can see her waving from the other side\nEvery time I say the word,\n"You"

[[Rules were made to be broken.|titlePage]]

can eat a dick.\n\n\nbecause a universe without [[you]] is a universe without tonight.

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I saw you today at dinner.\nI caught your eye, smiled and muttered an airy\n\n"Hey!"\n\nYou sent one back and\n[[Smiled]]<<set $title = "Smiled">>

And I got a bit lost\n\nin, like,\n\n"[[if]]"

James Shasha

of our particles,\n\n\n\n\nthat [[universe]]