I'm telepathically communicating with my best friend slash person I wish was my lover, only its not real and he might kill me but he changed his mind, if its real. Now I heard I didn't change my mind, and then I heard I did. And I can't sleep.
In the wake of such a massive love, such a magic drive to create, the longing stuffed me into its tight marsupial asshole and farted. The hood went up and my eyes sunk into little slits against the cold, stupid masses of New Yorkers. Life took shit after shit on me and I matched the donation almost every time.
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