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i wake. i do small exercises. i eat what little food i need 2 get me thru the day. i leave my body and enter the social network. i ask for some small connections but they are denied 2 me bco me bco me and everybody else, bco something about us i don't know but enact each day. i want warmth and unquestioning. i want freedom from want which is entirely the wrong way to go about things. on days where my spirit achieves heavy wafting and the grays and blues of city life carry parts of me to all of the perimeter i feel no better but know in my heart it is freedom.
the exercise machines are like flowers and i pollinate them with sexual energy in the various poles of my body. the hips and inner thighs. the sides of my lower torso, abs front and back. my arms push vigorously through heavy imaginary flesh. the cushioning rubs my chest and butt.
the exercise machines are like flowers and i pollinate them with sexual energy in the various poles of my body. the hips and inner thighs. the sides of my lower torso, abs front and back. my arms push vigorously through heavy imaginary flesh. the cushioning rubs my chest and butt.