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Beware the airless room, without light, laughter and love, a Trinity beyond reckon, none of it is worth a good goddamn. Advertisements
When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.
It came to me, a pensive glean, a vision. Tomorrowtime when we, the Inners, will no longer just be metaphysical whispers or codified concepts. Tomorrowtime when the Outers will have found the means to extrapolate us, to call us into … Continue reading
Writer’s deep sea task, how to breathe underwater– Air of faith, no mask.