Nearly Laughing @

the rods & combs in his eyes

Nina sits in a slip of fullness
her passion tender & florescent hooded

(they are an absolute space waltz
of sometimes door-pressed lip slams)

please turn down your robot music

only if you turn off your
hypo static noise &
keep your commentary fingers
mummified with clear

could you put on your scant hair blow

ok
but only because you are the shuttling ocean
cut over the part

I love you and become more over time


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Fragments Remixed

Hey FlatfishX:

you need butcher paper & portable legs to fall with occasion
then at cum window(not yet written) girl hail & text trances to

remove the not here around movement

work the weight on the convenient animal
gambrel
cut. jaw loose.

sleep

the dark
whirling.

Envelope

full of

his
eye mouth

naked and lubed

she fell backwards
popping open like a ferocious wing

A

..


he liked to trace
the blue veins
holding still
under her skin


..


later
she put on the coat
because
it was:

normal

.......

Drinking Tea & Touching

faces on the screen

look

i

can't hear you

Sunday

Nina knew this day had a secret door. A hole in the balloon. If she could just find that coupon, she could get out. Daylight scattered from her teaspoon.

the dj had been too drunk to cum. she could feel the alcohol ripping through his veins. he was clueless but she got off on his enthusiasm and armani cologne. he wore a tee shirt that said
don't bring me down

and was a decent joker.

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