INTERSTITIAL COMMUNICATION #13: Rush Order
@MySoulmate You think taking ya time is funny? An improvised mini Deidream...the static between stations.
MUSE BEHAVIOR
A song I’ve had on repeat lately
Love, again.
And again.1
And again2.
THE RADIO STATIC
bbbbbzzzzzchhhh…Transmission. Transmutation. Transcendance…..bbbbtzzzzz
[“Why is this beautiful man waiting for me to get old?
Why he already testing my patience?”]
Hahahaha, you got JOKES! I’m not tryna be rude, beloved, but
DROP THE LO.
I know you see the world order crumbling! If you’re half the lover I already know you to be, you miss me already. What — pray tell, you beautiful thing —is the mfing hold up?
I know you feel the losers buzzing and swarming around me like I’m the type to put out for anybody, and frankly, I’ve grown bored of life as a venus flytrap.

Even maneaters hunger for love3.
(If one more unhealed man claws at me, you might need to hold me down while I’m in the pen, baby. Maybe we’d even be in our Orange is the New Black era. Or maybe we’d get his and hers matching prison tattoos.)
I’m aware you’re on your way — I’ve seen it.
I’m just… advising you to maybe pick up the pace, considering the world is cracking beneath our feet with every headline.
[“While I've been reviewing applications
Wait 'til I get my hands on him, I'ma tell him off too
For how long he kept mе waiting, anticipating
Praying to the Lord to give him to my loving arms”]
Honestly, you. Don’t try to smile or joke your way out of making me wait so long. I know you will, and it won’t work.
(It will. I know your smile will feel like a lightning strike every time.)
We have so many things to do, and I have so many questions I want to ask you. I want you to meet my friends and adopted older siblings. I want to make your family laugh. I want to goof off with our siblings together and do those stupid freaking couples costumes and matching sweaters and tattoos and notebooks and trophies.
Do you even know I scan crowds for your face already?
I have a shelf on my bookcase of things I want you to read to understand me. I want to listen to every playlist you make.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Straight into my heart.
If it’s You, Cupid has my permission to aim true4.
Won’t stop until his brother approves, too5.
If not me for you, then who?

I don’t want to kiss frogs. I don’t want to wait to be rescued.
Come on here while I’m asking nicely.
[“I would like a ring, I would like a ring
I would like a diamond ring on my wedding finger
I would like a big and shiny diamond
That I could wave around and talk and talk about it
And when the day is here, forgive me, God, that I could ever doubt it
Until death, I do, I do, I do, I
Is he about it, ‘bout it, ‘bout it?
This man is testing me, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, help me, help me, help me, Lord
I need you to tell me
Baby (whoo-hoo), where the hell is my husband? (Whoo-hoo)]
And you know it’s gotta be pink to match my nails, right?
Of course you do. See you soon.
Read the Lover, I’m Ready Now entry.
Read the Emotional Cocaine Interstitial.
Read the Cupid (aka Eros) Wikipedia page.
Read the Anteros Wikipedia page.


May they move to you like an express train on a perfect New York day 💛
💛 May their sprint be expedient