X MEANS SEXTell me about robots and danger and slipping the pistons all the while oily and bleeding and making fun of the nightscapes of candied ghost kids the razor wire and greasepaint and body shots and late meals at greasy spoons with waiters that hate you Give me that seething entrenched air that burns flags along with panties paints the town red and sticky with whipped cream and grass roots Bareback anal twink sex with X-ray orgasms fist-fuck electrodes in slothful phrasings, painted Xs over the eyes mouths wide to receive cum-drenched jive-talk turkey lite freeze-dried hardcore white-meat cherry pop with "the ugly the ugly Instruments. Benediction. Tell me about your secret heart. It's in. It's ripe and ready. I lost it in the bathroom with fluorescence and greasy hair. It was so hot. Tiles reflected cognition. Exploding planets And failed stars streaking plasma waves like undulating anuses. Twinks riding the waves casually unenthused and fucked by electrons. FlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynn Most were burned. I watched it over and over. |
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