If you want to read an article that describes the real life existence of "squid with people teeth" and "tentacle faced digbeasts," sleep with the lights on.
Little brother, I worry sometimes. These late nights, you're so alive.
Sculpture of words and whispers.
The "Spend Nothing Game.." Like the "Quiet Game," but for adults and more fulfilling.
I dream about the summer, but cannot tell if it's the past or future.
Reflecting on infinity, I insisted it was a definitive number when I was little. My dad tried to break this notion by reminding me "you could always add another one."
Damn your beauty. I have only been alive for 16 Mays, 17 summers.
Delirium brings me closer to you and to orgasm. My fantasies are vivid.
Mmm... Bacon... *aughargle* Empiricism. *mmm*
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