Viewing the local antiquities


... Baby, I—got to have all your lovin' Empty nights Echo your name Sometimes—when you see me You know Things—Things—Things—Things—Things——

From above: "Out—change—now." My greased anus contractssss to a singularity as Laura slips out her finger.

The door opens, closes.

Silence; two laughters rise, link, reverberate far away in the shower.



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