"be sure to shake it", the bubble tea barista tells me.
but i don't.
i won't. why would i? it mixes the sugar. maybe you want that.
maybe. you. do.
to be drinking some homogenous concoction, uniformly distributed, each sip the same as the last.
just as sweet.
just... as sweet.
just as sweet, all pointless flat indulgence. no personality. no humanity. a time loop of your own devising, bereft of experience. sanitized of risk.
i want my first sip to be teeth curtainingly sweet. i want the next to be horribly disappointing.
i want to hunt.
want to jam my straw into pockets of substance like my ancestors stabbing twigs into a bug colony. want to raise the straw to different depths and feel... something. the ocean is far, but i know what it means to rise from the syrupy dark depths to the still waters above.
i want all boba.
i want no boba.
i want to scoop the bubbles with my straw, when the ice rocks have been washed dry by the tide.
be sure to shake it never.
i want to experience every human emotion in this cup of tea. i am not a coward. i am not a sheep. my tea is still enough for pond-skaters to glide. it will not shake.
live your repetitive nothing. live in fear of the unknown. live your fear of change.
Hydron they/he
"be sure to shake it", the bubble tea barista tells me.
but i don't.
i won't. why would i? it mixes the sugar. maybe you want that.
maybe. you. do.
to be drinking some homogenous concoction, uniformly distributed, each sip the same as the last.
just as sweet.
just... as sweet.
just as sweet, all pointless flat indulgence. no personality. no humanity. a time loop of your own devising, bereft of experience. sanitized of risk.
i want my first sip to be teeth curtainingly sweet. i want the next to be horribly disappointing.
i want to hunt.
want to jam my straw into pockets of substance like my ancestors stabbing twigs into a bug colony. want to raise the straw to different depths and feel... something. the ocean is far, but i know what it means to rise from the syrupy dark depths to the still waters above.
i want all boba.
i want no boba.
i want to scoop the bubbles with my straw, when the ice rocks have been washed dry by the tide.
be sure to shake it never.
i want to experience every human emotion in this cup of tea. i am not a coward. i am not a sheep. my tea is still enough for pond-skaters to glide. it will not shake.
live your repetitive nothing. live in fear of the unknown. live your fear of change.
i am choking on boba.
2025-02-26 01:40:02 (Edited 2025-02-26 14:02:50)
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feathertouch
oh my god shut the fuck up
2025-02-26 01:41:52
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