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Nickelette’s newest pair of shoes would put her feet at a 169 degree angle to the ground. Given all necessary variables, would it be faster for her to produce the cum herself or go down the block

On their way back to the city, they introduced themselves through those “I’m from this school and I’m windshield tint,” Betts yelled across the table, “That’s so interesting because I know some people from “Well, I like to look up into the sky from dusk ‘till dawn occasionally, when I’m doing my coding thing He’s from another state and he studies sculpture, like, he goes to an art school, you know?

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring heavy pebbles, paper wasp, upstream the river invites window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a scarlet resting among the empty milk-crates lemon residue reminds me of my paper-cut thumb, softly sting window from

at the top of the image is an inverted image of rainbow dippin' dots ice cream with a spoon emerging from Visual elements from top to bottom include a garter snake, a semi transparent image of a rollercoaster

But I was born from brain, not bone. I was born spitting and hissing and writhing and bleeding from your mouth, and I woke you from slumber WE TRIED TO FREE YOU FROM THE TETHERS HERE. THE DIRT IN YOUR TOES KEEPS YOU ANCHORED. BUT THAT LIGHT, THAT LIGHT INSIDE YOU CAN FREE US FROM GOD, CAN FREE US FROM BLINDNESS AND REUNITE US WE WILL JUST CRUMBLE, FROM DUST TO FLESH TO DUST. FOREVER. AND THAT PLEASES HIM.

hair probably looked like a tree, Brown with it’s natural streaks and highlights I gently removed it from my hair And when i met its eyes mere inches away from my own I screamed It took a while for me to trust

Image ID: An illustration of a person with their back to the viewer. The text below reads, “If I wave to your memory sometime from a thousand miles away, I hope I will find

sprung and singing, singing, shoulders unshrugged before sitting, before eating, unspilling salt into wounds Eve gets even with me and I start spooning the blood back in Because it’s mine it’s mine.

The shrub was not prepared to part from its bed and I was not prepared to sever the connection, though The Second Visit: I borrowed leather gloves from the garage and returned with scabs and long sleeves. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” I told the plant. The Third Visit: Chopping. dreamt all of my houseplants withered away, like when I was a kid and couldn’t imagine nurturing life from I rinsed the dust from my hands and face, but was unable to meet my reflected eyes.

Singular open eye shedding lashes, it reflects in the water for only a moment She liberates them from dangerous glow echoed in the hypodermic needles of her tiny fangs She swallows the slides straight from She descends from a single trapeze strand with innate grace, Baring a translated version of my thinkings , Unrecognizable in organization from the way they escaped the ridges in my brain. is magical thinking It is not always compatible with standard English She pulls in words and phrase from

photo: A purple crochet bunny sits in a slumped position with button eyes and oversized plush tears from Second photo: On their back they wear a backpack filled with knick-knacks with the words ‘Kick Me!’

me in the fragility of the glass i carried you on while the birds burrowed in my lungs and kept me from your moonlight. did you think i wouldn’t realize the moon bleeds vindication but weeps for absolution from 3. but i will let myself melt back into my own earth, my tears the only ones that will water my backbone can pick it off of my skin. 6. you have no power here. 7. here, you are the cold embers floating away from my fingertips to rest in someone else’s eyes. 8. i have drained the ink i swallowed from the glass i