you fuck me like you want to believe you're fucking me. i let you because i want to be somebody who can say they've suffered. is this allowed? perhaps the discord messages we relay through is a function of globalization. perhaps my dark thought at feeling worldly when you described the wispy beards of more-viking-than-slavic men of odessa works the same. perhaps, then too, my desire to be both someone who hurts because they deserve to and who hurts because they want a claim to the visage of it is an application of the internet's congress, an internal recourse, an extension of self loathing in seven coils and fewer escape methods.