1:05:05 I rose from the high-chair with the paper from grandmother's orange grove in my hand. My bride! (Just look at her, at her fingers which have engulfed so many men, and guided them in between her lips.) She matches all my senses, I declared in...
I recalled the bothersome theme from the swan lake, performed by a boys choir, reminding me of their bright vowels, the pure sound, and the mortal anxiety I experienced while you ransacked my life, and even started to bake buns. I already had the feeling of slipping into this alien organisms psyche, its being, when I singled out the hissing strokes of the windmills razor-sharp intentions as if they were passing close by. My inner creature glanced in vogue, semi- conscious, at the mills' security camera, and I caught myself asking: Is this also some server glitch, in line with the scool of girls who waddled over to the reunion area, ready to abandon themselves in safe, unknowing arms? A young lady, closely resembling one of my former abusers, shouted to her arriving boyfriend: - Hey, you know what? I just lost my virginity in the vicinity!
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1:01:41
- It just sort of happened one night, on the beach with a gelatinous surfer guy. He had no visible eyes or hair, as I can recall from under his pounding body, but I did notice a crown of rotating teeth around his forehead, she continued, blissfully unaware of the effect on the receiver. "Oh, bitter jealousy, imploding through the hyper body's neural network, filling the mind with images, contracting the heart, numbing the meat. I stay present in the drift, and experience this expanded, diluted way of being in a kind of concurrency where life is lived in multiple layers, and time has its own ways."
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1:01:42
Our friend also experienced orgiastic success with you. His ability to be ever present in so many accounts, his own and others, made my feelings sink deeper into the story. Introducing himself as a seducer seemed so easy for him. So why was it so hard for me? Particularly the part of me buzzing around with an eyeless scull, a contorted mouth, blistered upper lip pulled backwards over my head. Maybe I should just go out of my mind, surrender to the soul, and try to stay there until my personality disappears?
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