my dear acquaintance, i think we’ll be fine by Kenneth Mulvey

dreamy photons ricochet wind chimes motionless, josephine sitting at my feet with a purpled eye, smeared fade pink lips sipping on warm champagne playing quite dejected but oh no jos, you told me to, you said call me a fucking whore and now it’s less complicated when of course your sado-masochistic apex is more important, [...]

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