listening to
jon hassell
vernal equinox
it is serpentine
the free
notes of music
combine
in an aural
snake orgy
that winds its way
across my cerebellum
until my
scarred pink skin
takes on
a diamond pattern
of undulating scales
my base grip
on being human
flees
the crackling spine
deconstructing
the human being
into something
more
slitted pupils
sleek forked tongue
heat signatures
the only thing
that matters
when the matter
of your entire
construct
resubmits
to primal instinct
next time
ryo fukui
before bed
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Depends on what you like to do in bed 🤷♀️
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agreed. but it isn’t a real snake orgy if your alone. please ignore the thirty rubber snakes. they are my emotional support snakes.
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I read that as thirty rubbers lol.
I was already deep in the throes of thinking if they’re used they will not be ignored And how I might dispose of them all. And then I re read.
Now I just trying to imagine a snake orgy 🤷♀️
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Google anaconda ball. Don’t. It’s mesmerising.
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