
When I wake up in the morning next to her perfect face, my mismatched socks rejoice - I revert back to my haribo self so that she can chew on my swollen limbs
WITNESSED NOT CONSUMMATED!! Back to my spider self she crawls not all over my body, only a finite amount
UNBEARABLE DESIRE I'm like Bjork if she didn't make music, a ball of sugar and fuck

IN REALITY - I, THE SILKY RIBBON, I, THE GORGEOUS CHAIR: SPEAK OF ME AS A COWARD, FOR I DARED NOT SO MUCH PRESS HER HAND TO MY LIPS. /// MY POOR LOVE RAN AWAY, KNOWING NOTHING OF MY PASSIONS - I RETIRED INTO THE ARMS OF THE
ENDLESS BLOSSOMING ABYSSAL RAVE
Dissolving into THE ETERNAL BLOSSOMING ABYSSAL RAVE
submitting to its STRANGELY INTERMITTENT KISSES I
started kissing the abyssal rave back ????
and it too became my wife, if only for a moment I SUPPOSE WIFING IS USUALLY CONSIDERED A DURATIONAL PERFORMANCE, but the rave is, NAMELY, ETERNAL...............
ADMIN REVEAL THE SELF BECOMING AWAKENED TO ITS EXISTENCE
Have no fear, shame is not a word we use in this dimension every bouncy step is bound towards liberation we are all so weak and all so strong - the abyssal rave whispers in my ear like in that meme with the guy and the girl at the club except none of us have a skeletal structure anymore, there is only, shimmering, slime⦠today I too will shed my scales on the stage of love and become immortal..........