cost cutters

[ohrevolutions]

it was an intimate stroll, slow hard and infinent. in the mirror i was plae, but only from ashes from the far depths that i eexplored. the door slammed, and i'm back in reality. i can smell the sulfer and radiation that we are now compased of. my bones are cold and rust day in, day out. the metalic smell that pours out of every pore, every seem, only proves my theory of the falsemess of out being. i am screaqming, screaming, screaming. we all are, but what is heard? the pepetative, controversal nothingness. the door opens, and i am there. we danced erotically, exploring every part of our bodies in hopes that this will be our rebirth. i cry and mmy eyes become the sky and his body is my ocean. i dive in. i am bleeding with desire and he mends my wounds. the softness of his skin, (his second largest organ) the roughness of his face/hands/etc only make the sensation into a sin.i have found myself and the deeper i swim the more i become. infinent. my body warm up and i am loose. the metalic smell has now bcome wet and sweet. a rush of blood from my toes to my fingers to my face to the tips of every hair in my body.
i see god.
i saw god.
its me in the infinent nothingness i lust for as he strokes my desire. the dorr subtly shuts, and i am (not) back.