T Rex - Mambo Sun

31 Flavours, Day Seven, Harrisham Rhyme

mushroom cap -
moist dew mouth, hand
to your lovely blonde stretch
over my lap,
reaching and
ghosting a sketch.

fluctuation of the pupil

on repeat.

through the cubed window Nina sees a squad car slowly circling the parking lot, the robo driver entering numbers into its box.


too many abandoned vehicles.


yeah.


you gave your laptop a name..


lol. yeah.. 'Dellarina'.


what did the song remind you of?


rain..

hottie singer - blast from the past

a Found Poem (solid block of fuel)

Calling Close on a Stream
flushes any buffered data,
essentially calling Flush
for you.


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When deriving from Stream,
if you have an internal byte buffer,
it is strongly recommended
that you override these methods
to access your internal buffer
for substantially better performance.


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The thunderstorm rages -
Nina lights another candle
then blows it out.



.

Through the Cubed Window

Nina watches WarmThing sleep.
Curves outlined by silence, lips slightly open.
Hair: a glossy fan of smoothly smooth yet also
coiled, dishevelled & somehow a token. & those
breasts -
pills in the dark.

Nina zooms into the eyes. Into
WarmThing's, dream:


she is with Napkin
they are stacking lawn chairs together


< Is she smiling? >

hey, Yellow Mellow!
yeah, she is laughing.

< Is she wearing a black diamond? >

heh.. yes.

< I'm in too, it's nice, a fuzzy mood and I think that Napkin has probably loved her before. >


you mean, like in another time, YM?


< Maybe .. maybe during the Time of the Moon. >


oh.

by anesthezia, inspired by warmthing & napkin

my nipples are skinny
but when you pull on them
they feel fat

& your kisses have feet
they stand a little shaky but they stand

and make me

feel
like some sort of tiny
mouth-hole

like when i went into yours and it was not so tiny
it was huge and un measured like a song that dark turned and stretched and turned, a sigh;
a shift wanting to stay alone. but
my light is a bit broken so you let me in