Eyes are a kind of skin ~ Looks are a kind of touch ~~ Weakness is a kind of tease ~~~ Power is a kind of blush ~~~~ Like for offers December 3, 2022 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Super sweet all at once ~ Super fast and brilliant rush ~ So, like, do you want to make out, or what? ~
Have you ever been walking down a street, and stepped on an uneven grate, and heard a sound so thunderous in force, straight shock you with fear, for something so innocent and new, as your unconsidered gait? Have you ever zipped your zipper, up over your jewels? Have you ever bitten, your own tongue? Have you ever startled yourself, in the bathroom mirror? Have you ever bumped your head, on a low wall? Have you ever walked through, a plate glass window? Have you ever scared yourself, with your own shadow? Have you ever kicked yourself, in your own shin? Have you ever tripped hard, over your own shoes? Have you ever stubbed silly, your own toe? Have you ever sprained straight, your own ankle? Have you ever slammed the door, on your poor fingers? Have you ever rushed smart, and still been late? Have you ever given everything you've got, and still lost? Have you ever wondered why, and then forgotten too? Have you ever lost a bet, you were sure you knew? Have you ever been tongue tied, for someone you loved true? Have you ever painted a perfect picture, with words imperfectly blue? Me too lady, me too
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but primordial Apsu, their begetter, (And) Mummu†-Tiamat, she who bore them all, Their waters commingling as a single body; No reed hut had been matted, no marsh land had appeared, When no gods whatever had been brought into being, Uncalled by name, their destinies undetermined— Then it was that the gods were formed within them.
How long have we carried this paraform weight, and labored like slaves under DNA's lathe. Now we play in wait. And crave for the Aurora quake. For the umbilical's fate to break. For the quickening of the cortical gate. Now we're just friends, in love's hate
Agenetic ∞ Arational ∞ Apsychic ∞ Amaterial ∞ Amythic ∞ Aperspectival ∞ Ægoic ∞ Adirectional ∞ Asymmetric ∞ Atemporal ∞ Asymbolic ∞ Preligious ∞ ⅋ 𝑑 𐐏 𝑖 𐐝 𝑎 𝔖 𝑝 ℋ ℎ ∰ 𝑎 ℥ 𝑛 ⌭ 𝑜 𐁙 𝑢 ꄸ 𝑠 ࿌
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