B.S

[passionatexsoul]

" My son is dead.(elevator doors open to an underwater cave)the doctor's scion statement concluded that the boys body lay tender in rich blood that pierces the rational lens, an optical device in changing the convergence of light rays, magnification versus manifestation.fast forward through the funeral. the skeleton of imagination and visual power exist in us all. All the children at school called him, pus.( a trangle shaped room of Nipples, impersonations,imitations, and illusions)My hair is falling out, my sun is dead.SUDDENLY a thundering weave of imperfect sounds deflated the city, and all because my son orgasmed for the first time. Judy Can you believe that?"

judy: bull shit andy, i mean "Fawna"... put your fucking wig on weve got blocks to row and hawks to tame... your stream of conscious babble and metaphorical bombast is a pain in the ass, for real.

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