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[waitimcomming]

"Friday May 1st, 2009"

The sex is so loud that I can no longer hear myself think.

I
have
been
dooped
and
dizzily I wait as DeVito is drowned by the singing bed frame.

I am neither bored nor nourished.

They lay around
reminiscing
about their nose bleeds and villainous tantrums.
I'm yelling at myself. Beating hard.

What would it take to survive a heist of the heart?

I haven’t climaxed
and DeVito isn't helping.