Living the fantasy of a twenty-something, in excessively loud technicolor. Late arrivals to a second home, just in time for lust, tea, and ice cream. Observing an excess of burgundy eye makeup powdering from false eyelashes. Like a child's inkblot painting, runny and heavy-handed. Plastique horns affixed with blonde; supple and synthetic black wings. The only authentic part of the dream is the desire and the hunger. As real as the inevitable illness of abuse fatigue. Lightheaded and sleep-drunk from a hundred orgasms.
11:55 p.m. - 2019-07-29
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