and wince and shuffle atop my pillow, praying I wouldn't need to pee until we were home.

but it was mostly marveling.

the dictionary is utopian fiction because the narrator experiences no sudden onset puritanism in professing the meaning of their words

mixing it up, we're doing erodivergent literature now.

tbf the doctor did ask for my body count.

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pointing at a passing seagull and calling it an egregore, etc

"when did you last have sex?"

"by what definition?"

"whichever definition you like"

reader, I met her halfway.

and then halfway again.

fine, fine, we're going communist in bio.

(and in mind. and in spirit.)

on a one girl mission to do for statues of saints and g-ds what manga did for images of heavy machinery and weapons