Sirius thinks my bed is his bed. NEWS FLASH IT’S NOT
88 degrees in here
ruffly pink undies, a tie dye sports bra, and my huge-ass Metric tank top from like three years ago.
I AM A FASHION GODDESS
or, you know, the air conditioner is broken.
after the fact,
the fluctuations of her pose spat data written in
outdated programming languages
I could not read, could not code the matrices of her skinned breastbone
part-concealed by wilting laces, but
revealed in a smile always retreating like waves from wet feet.
It all shed so easily,…
but like seriously read a book though
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aghhh
ALEXIS stop with the sexy suits!! i want them all. on a man. so i can take them off of him. that is all.
its science
At approximately 1,038 miles per hour
(rotating with formidable power)
at the Equator, decreasing in speed
the farther North or South – and experts have agreed
always spinning toward the East –
the Earth is filled with Man and beast
until the day we’re all deceased.
Arriving naked, drenched with blood and tears
we while away our fleeting years
amongst a chorus of swears or cheers
acquiring tics and fates and fears.
We play at politics and war,
we sail and fly and drive – explore
for things we haven’t seen before.
We claim it all and ask for more.
We fall in love, after a fashion
and fuck and fight and kiss with passion;
grow old and wither, to die inane
links of an infinite cyclical chain.
looks so sooofffttt
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