reconfigured in the midst of longing, the last circuit rerouted into a spectacular spectrum of ultraviolet incidentals, the flag sensor in the back of my mouth triggers the gag relfex, incapable of swallowing the acrid acrimonious leftovers of yesterday

the green board of electrical impulses that controls the meat suit gone haywire, static electricity causing joints to misfire as attraction and need races through synapsical misunderstandings left to flail about the automaton of automatic distractions

cowardice in the face of retention, consumed by the thought of pulling the significant other into a lover’s spiral where we fall across empty oceans of necessity in hope of a soft landing in the lush grass of anatomical capabilities, tab b fits snugly into slot a, initiate full body orgasm protocol

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