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I really enjoy hormonal swings, mood swings. I really, really love now. I love the way that sometimes, I can masturbate for hours and not orgasm, whereas at other times, I can come by simply sitting in a moving bus... The way that the sensitivity levels change, and you can feel and study the changes, it's amazing. Or, some days, I can read the most depressing romantic story, and not feel a thing, and other days I can start crying from just watching advertisements with happy families in them. All the words floating around me, they create a maze, lacy clouds surrounding me. The information entering me, energizing me... And the feeling now, to be so in love with sound, to feel like my whole body fills up with endorphins when I hear particular favourite songs... Fabrics, beads, wow. I feel very material, but in a good way. I can stare at them for hours, enjoying the shimmering, imagining them moving on a beautiful girl in a ballroom, the depth of the colour, the contours of the garment accentuating every alluring shape. They pick up a life of their own. I want to dance alone. Just me and the dress. Touching each other ever so romantically... The softness, the silkiness, kissing, making love to the fabric, swimming in a sea of beads... I love life. I wish the sun wouldn't come up, and this moment could last forever.
(= too much coffee)
(= too much coffee)