Inconsolable skin lets take off our screens and our sensors and don our white masks our pheromone radio our wretched writhing poorly stitched mascara marathons dumped steaming and contrite lap dance euthanasia.
Crouched in your arms, impish singularity gleaming welcome flashlight up at face camp story memories of woodsmoke and puberty and eager awkward lips.
Lipid. Cell.
Over ripe bursting huddled remorse, behind the eyes backseat lust fresh rubber smell in summer haze cicada cyclone.
Your heartbeat. I am not a romantic.
I am a robot, a golem, a tulpa.
Egregore.
Brushing hair mirror side fan roaring and salt-skin slick with us. Taste it means nothing sums the parts fingers locked tremble breath earlobe rapture gone just gone ever clutched tight lost together.
In it. Unbounded set.
Fresh pulled splinter garnish apple mouthed lecturer, circuit, small towns in rusty neon barflies buying me drinks tribal vines small of back hesitation intimations of future regret stale blue cigarette smoking baby tee reads "save the condors" pool stick crackle glass shatter
"Listen, sweet thang," she hooks a thumb in my belt and reels me in, "we're all endangered. Lemme show you howda fly tonight huh?"
Crouched in your arms, impish singularity gleaming welcome flashlight up at face camp story memories of woodsmoke and puberty and eager awkward lips.
Lipid. Cell.
Over ripe bursting huddled remorse, behind the eyes backseat lust fresh rubber smell in summer haze cicada cyclone.
Your heartbeat. I am not a romantic.
I am a robot, a golem, a tulpa.
Egregore.
Brushing hair mirror side fan roaring and salt-skin slick with us. Taste it means nothing sums the parts fingers locked tremble breath earlobe rapture gone just gone ever clutched tight lost together.
In it. Unbounded set.
Fresh pulled splinter garnish apple mouthed lecturer, circuit, small towns in rusty neon barflies buying me drinks tribal vines small of back hesitation intimations of future regret stale blue cigarette smoking baby tee reads "save the condors" pool stick crackle glass shatter
"Listen, sweet thang," she hooks a thumb in my belt and reels me in, "we're all endangered. Lemme show you howda fly tonight huh?"
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Date: 2013-08-17 12:59 am (UTC)From:can I borrow her?
(for my flight school, of course)
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Date: 2013-08-17 01:01 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-08-17 03:03 am (UTC)From: