brain fog
ziju v mylny domnence ze dokážu psat poezii
ze umim davat myslenky dohromady
do strof, vet, slov
ze vzdycky vim co a jak to rict terapeutovi
ale notak vzdyt na tom nic neni
a na nicem nesejde
cvokarovi platis, ten te neopusti
jako ostatni
a nediva se pres prsty
jako ostatni
leda by ses prorekla s nejakou pikantnosti
pak mozna zavola benga
chtela bych vedet co a jak to rict tobe
sotva se ale muzu prorict
kdyz kloudnou vetu nevymyslim
kazdy mesic jako by se opakovala ta stejna scéna
"jak se mas? co bys dneska potrebovala?"
ticho v pokoji a ticho v mysli
notak mysli, co se stalo tento mesic?
jak mam vyjadrit ze
nevim
jako bych ho nezazila
jak mam z navzajem nesouvislych zachvevu
udelat vypoved
neco chci, ale co to je
babo rad
mozna se jen chci uklidnit
aby mi ze vseho nebylo na nic
jako rano po shotech vodky a pak gina
chci prestat pit ale proc je tu jak v zakoureny hospode
hulit uz jsem prece prestala
ale ja nejsem kurva opila ani sjeta
ja jsem proste jenom vymyta
ani nevim jak
jednoho dne vylezu z postele spatnou nohou a
tak
nervy překryje sedy mrak
od rana do vecera se placam od konverzace ke konverzaci
nechapu co po me lidi chteji a co ja po nich chci
nechapu narazky, vtipy ani slovni hricky
v matice ze me nevyleze ani kolik je 3x4
a v cestine ziram na cerny papir slohove prace
odkdy jsou papiry cerny
nebo odkdy mam ja cerno pred ocima
a ted ten nejvetsi zradce
dvojsmysly
to se se mnou chces vyspat
nebo jen ja potrebuju dohnat muj posledni all nighter
a vyspat se s lehkou hlavou do rana
kdyz spi, nechce caj
kdyz je opila, nechce caj
ani kdyz uz je voda uvarena
tupe ziram a nechapu proc by me jako chcel někdo jist
to je nechutny
vzdyt kanibalismus uz je nelegalni
zpatky v kresle
pres stare nezaizolovane okno tahne studeny vzduch
jak dlouho uz je ticho
nesnasim nevyrcene vety
ktere dávají prostor pro domnenky a utek
vztek, to je ticho v pokoji
tak rekni uz neco
mysli mysli mysli
je to len v tvojej hlave
mysli
len pozitivne...
do prdele rekni uz neco
hodiny na bile stene tikaj a stejne i muj tep
tepou moje lytka kdyz bezim
tepou moje spanky kdyz spat nemuzu
a tepe predek me lebky
kdyz ze vzbudim s migrenou
tepou slova silulety rikajic mi pokyny ve snu
tepou slova oci o kterych ani nevim jakou maj barvu
natoz jejich umysly
ale ja je neslysim, nicemu nerozumim
nema panna marie u nohou me postele pohybuje usty ale
odezirat ze rtu taky neumim
tepe pisek za mymi nehty
kdyz mi unika mezi prsty
"chtela bych postavit hrad z pisku"
co?
ty tady deset minut civis do zeme a tohle je to na co prijdes?
jak ti ma nekdo pomoct kdyz nevis co chces
jak mam se sebou zit kdyz nedokazu nic
zmrvim vsechno na co sahnu
doseru kazdou interakci
tos se mnou flirtoval
a proc jsem te poslala do hajzlu
pritomnost je v budoucnu ale moje ruce nekde v zadu
jsem jak postava z rpgecka
kdyz si hrac skoci pro svacu
vsechno je tak daleko
myslenky v nekonecne dali
a nemam tuseni co se deje nacez
stravim dalsi den v posteli
doufam ze tuto nekonecnou kocovinu nekdy vylezim
odejdes kdyz nic nereknu?
kdyz nevim jak zaplnit prostor mezi nasemi stehny
kdyz nejsem vtipna ani chytra
natoz pritazliva
kdyz nejsem nicim vyjimecna
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“WHAT?!?!” (( if u want to, but i cackled when i imagined this sdkfjdsf ))
A Scene: Our Muses are eagerly stripping each other and are clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each others clothing. They keep unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ridiculous amounts of hidden guns | knives and other weapons as the clothes come off- It starts killing the mood.
Send “ANOTHER?!?!” for your Muse (Sended the Ask) to find another weapon on my Muse (Reciever) !
Send “WHAT?!?!” for my Muse (Reciever) to find another weapon on your Muse (Sended the Ask) !
Bonus: Add which kind of Weapon they find! The more ridiculous and impossible to hide under ones clothes, the better!
Ziv quiet laughter was in the early morninghours much too loud against the tiered stillness hanging in the hangar in which the different starships stood like sleeping animals, waiting for the day to begin. Sitting on a few cargoboxes Ziv had wrapped her legs around the other womans waist and had to bite on her tounge to swallow her giggles over Vedas fingers trying their very best to open the buttons on the tynnans tunic, but also, because this was a nice morning: The pale morninglight falling through the open ceiling of the hangar looked like molten silver and was nice, the mist still laying between the ships over the duracrete tiles was cool and nicem Vedas warm breath mixing with her was nice, tasting the others sweet smile against her own chuckle was nice.
The next second the Tynnans chuckle was interrupted by a startled cheep and promptly her small paw wandered from the others hip to the pocket of her trousers to fish out something that looked like a very small mix of a knife and a blaster. Waddling her small paw that was still hurting from where she had almost cut herself on the sharp side of the weapon, Zivs fluffy ears jolted up like an confused animal and she looked at the strange weapon, then at Veda: "-ooookay, nothing I had expected to grasp when reaching for your ass, but I can live with it. Its fine, Its kriffing fine, don´t worry, pup. Your back side is totally krififng worth it, I am just kriffing suprised, thats all.", casually she let the thing fall to the floor where it felt clattering on the durasteel tiles that lay drowned beneath the morningmist still hanging in the hangarhall: "Like, I had been able to kiss a Whipid with her massive tusks, so I am also able to squeeze someones ass when they have sharp stuff on them like a kriffing Hoth hedgehog, nothing serious, you are my sweet Hoth hedgehog right-", she murmured gently, her words tickling along the others bare skin soft like feathers, following with her lips the lines of pale scars as she planted a line of small, soft pecks on the side of the other womans jaw, along the side of her neck, to the crook of Vedas neck and her warm shoul-
Something sharp and needlelike cut through the almost colourless skin of her nose and Ziv flinched back, cheeping like a kicked animal as the scent of her own fresh blood from a shallow scratch along her pink snout stitched into her nose sharply and as ironlike as a blade:
"-oh for kriffs sake, in your kriffing brastrap?!"
[ @sxbaist ]
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