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A presence like the column of light that sits on the open iris of a rabbit before impact. Like the prick of ecstasy that prece..

I wish I had known you would become the sandbox every child eventually crawls out of when I was more than content to crawl in..

It begins with red. Tiny drops of carmine on some unsuspecting pigment- petechiae. The hot hum of the aftershock. There is a ..

i want to bite the frost off your latinish skull and spit it looselipped fasthard into your sucker straight through the upsuck, di..

Kissing you off is the world’s sweetness consolidated into one bowl of sugar only to have it pissed in and on and around to the banshee just..

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