This morning we swam in the gel that held the words the thoughts as those grains that are in the rubbery pads that hold the blood catamenial (Carlo Levi docet) which constitute the turning point in the production of tampons in the early 90s. I still remember the ad. This morning we moved into this hard-gelatin congealed, and I spat the words that remained there, in front of my face, suspended, and I do not breathe in the jelly, I should develop special gills to survive in this matter cloudy and dirty I must find a way to get the words to the recipients, those few that happen to throw, while backlighting in dense fog, oil slide images as I was, as I could be, as I will not be.
Kimberly Kane nods, smiling at his tormentor, the form dimples on his cheeks, he sticks a bit of the red dress that was ripped off in his mouth, began to fasten clothes pegs on her nipples on big and small lips. Kim docile, looks at it from below, like a good slave, but there is a raging libido that the hatching inside. I will feel the clothes pegs me in the brain.
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