feels somehow timely to reblog this one
Yet this is the placement that gives fictive
observational instruments a specific
example with which to explore these concepts.
Point and highlight. And indeed a man stands.
Attempts a posture he intends to say
is focused more on the approaching bus
than the pair of creatures who are
– that ever maddening feel
that propagates a constant
delirium, being a blend
of quiet composure and deep dark
eroticism that has origin
in an eternal pod or pool
– or a pool within a pod – the man
performing poorly. Glances far from
furtive. Dream world thinly concealed.
Nothing would qualify for pure porn
feature. Dreams are primarily
of sensations, which words cannot reach
and the influence under which pictures
have no hope of entering
into any real structural form;
mostly molten runny blots
and lava blobs, in all floral tints.
This is what seems lost – both those…
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