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[italiceyeball]

I know the secret. Let's not romanticize, it's nothing so precious- except in that way of any ecstasy- and aren't the run of the mill ecstasies such a bore, oh, these barely subdermal revelations, oh haven't I seen it all before, such a postmodern man- that is, a silhouette, that is, a shape defined by absence- and isn't all that torture banal, now, now that I've heard those whispers on my lips. Felt them escape and revel, worn them as robes of office, tools of seduction, been worn in turn- No! I've been a garment all along, you see! All belts and suspenders, all tourniquets and suture!