that space cadet glooooow
that time i wrote a high poem about sex? or...
sensual woman full-bodied man a morning cup of coffee a dream without a plan. rumble, rumble, shake and roar, volcanic eruption on the factory floor. passionate fog, condensing air, euphoric sense of sadness tugging on my hair. crumble, crumble, split, crack, explode, collectively unconscious, cognitive overload. magnetic thunder, roaring in waves, mom would be furious; I love it anyway. thump and...
yanderegal: shout out to people who have seen you naked but you can still have regular conversations with major props to my ex who lives with my brother and is best friends with my boyfriend.