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it's fucked up time daylight fades into breezes on porch

they just are. Some are metal, thisis true, but most of the ones Isee are flesh and bone. Robots are made out of millions of tiny flying robots. They do seem to pass around a lot of useless junk on their wires and pulleys. The fleshy ones deal…

She rubs her head into mine...

Everything makes sense.

I rang the doorbell. Claire opened the door, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I opened my arms to give her a big hug. She stiffened and pulled away. Stunned, my lips parted, but I couldn’t think of a single word to say. Ideal, Phillis. ”Broken”, Pure

Don't forget to fuck me. Blow me. Suck me. Don't forget to fuck me. [REPEAT 2X]

and we held each other close, both smelling of the beach

Luke and Diane sat at a round white table looking around the room. There were clusters of people forming an archipelago of cordial exchange and small talk. All but a few were strangers, friends and family of his sister-in-law Mary, now a widow, though the word sounded…

yeah time travel

Walking down an unfamiliar street, / I heard a sudden caw of crows, / some thunder afar, strums of a lute— / a streetcar came flying along.

For Algernon Afloat, on tidal difference's separated songs Let nothing spare her mention, still belongs That sterile tone mismissioned to my ear What love's illusion balanced most when throngs Of hummingbirds advanced, methinks, to hear…

A sardonic moon/ surveys our plight and cackles.

He bought his zillion-dollar megaphone,

The important thing is to repeat the keyword

Sometimes we hurt ourselves, we scratch ourselves, we bleed — for a simple joy... All I wanted to do was to find the poplar again — the tree of my young arms, of my budding breasts. My fingers used to circle around its bold and vigorous waist, but in the…

"What's it like?" Like everything else. We all do it, so how bad could it be?