He’s creating his own pornography,
frames linger,
gaze controls,
desires in shadow.

No bodies, power,
a fortress of silence,
brick by pixel.

The architect,
imprisoned by his

I want you in these wronged spaces,
darkened alleys,
whispers ... electricity ... skin,

cock,

hole,

I taste your flesh as rebellion on my tongue,

I peel my skins away, layers, each, a mask ( Read more... )

B came over Friday, we started with hot tub time, I'd offered to cook, but he wanted to maximize hot tub time by having dinner delivered ( Read more... )

The Future is for Kittens, So SmileThe future is for kittens, so smile ( Read more... )

The dot.com bubble crashed from 2000-2003, the AI bubble crashed from 2025-2028, and now we're inside the late Tessiron bubble, in 2049, but it hasn't crashed yet ( Read more... )

No, this would become the ultimate in retrocausality, I would become changing my past, and my past would become changing my future, I would become a fusion of subject and object, subobjective

am I crumbling, under the weight, of everything I have experienced until now ( Read more... )

"In the echo of silence, even machines tremble."

my massage therapist called it "fake spring", but the clouds combined with the trees budding looks great in my neighborhood this afternoon,

my grammar is about forcing all that into the singular,