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{Dream-logic rarely succeeds.}Archive for May, 2008
I had a valid excuse for living before the universe exploded.
There’s a good reason for
memories to be trigged by things
besides touch
(all she’s done is hurt you)
besides words
(none of them you understand).
Because when the night is over
and you’re safe in your bed
all that you’ll have is the
lingering scent of lavender shampoo.
Are there neccessary provisions for that?
She needs to just fuck him. Life would be easier for both of them.
There is, however, some groping going on, though I call it that only as a courtesy (since it barely fits the definition).
“I’m not going to touch, much less rape, someone unless I know they’ll like it.”
Zagreus, zagreus, zagreus…
