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Bars on the windows, mesh and glass. The incentive to move is not great enough. The little that is here, the disincentives are greater than competing offers made. Excitement dissipates as quickly as disappointment arose. It subsides into the myriad of possible outcomes. Let me in.
Cut out the borders. Dribble ink onto the table and it runs off the table, onto the page. Picture the hordes of skeletal women clambering over the concrete wasteland terrified stiff.
Not a word to Maddy comrade. Not every avenue of perception need bleed into the other. Those skeletal masses need not fear the wellspring of fear drying up yet. We still in the endeavour of building a mountain from a molehill. The work makes us sweat comrade, sweat like a rapist at a school carnival.
Feline strokes. A single pawing whimper.
Chromatone airwaves blue and white. We are at the pinnacle of a two thousand year old teenage rebellion. Am I finally growing up? Why did we let our hands slip and forget about our precious orgasm?
Unsetting and unknotting. Maddy comrade, don't give up on identity.