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Nothing bad will happen to them!!

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The last time I seen my brother. The last time I seen the sun. Just for a few hours, we was free.

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The doors!

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Get a job? The thing that killed Jonathan Sims?

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Hi I've been spending my time drawing butch4butch rodeo clowns all over my sketchbook. Yeehaw?

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two boys at the end of the universe

you turned back while we climbed the rusted silo on the edge of your daddy’s property and smiled. you swung ‘round, holding tight with only your clever fingertips and i thought for all the world you would fall right into me. maybe we would crash down through all the layers of the earth and find hell on the other side. maybe we would even like it there. abaddon, beelzebub, and us. after all, isn’t hell only the torment of the living? hail mary full of grace. that’s the kind of thinking that could get me in trouble.

you looked right through me, you always did. as if you had a cartographer’s map to all the idiosyncrasies of my brain. ma said god is always watching over us. He had to remove himself from some parts of the universe, to let us exist. so He withdrew. and in those absent places, creation lives. i didn’t feel god in my head. i felt you. even as the stars fell all around us, and the sky bled the deep crimson of new myths. tender to the touch.

“just making sure you were still there,” you said, by way of explanation for a question i hadn’t yet asked.

“where else would i go?”

and what was there to say, after that?

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Violet Eyed Eve

i can’t stop

dreaming

about devouring her, god.

about her lips and teeth and hands.

how they would bruise beneath me,

pink like apple skin.

i saw her first,

outside the bleeding

nightclub,

a leather clad vision of holy light

and i thought

this is what it feels like

to touch something divine.

a cigarette shared

like the flesh.

her lipstick blending into mine

the purple of communion

wine.

if this is absolution,

hide it

from devastating

light.

let me swallow her whole.

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something about the poetry of gravity. how on other planets we float away from the ground or are crushed into it, pressing our mass into diamonds of pressure. something about how our bodies are shaped by an untouchable force. like maybe we weren’t to far away from the truth when we invented god. like maybe we knew there was an intangible hand in our creation.

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i have to touch you when you’re close, to make sure that you’re real.

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call him bubonic the way he plagues me

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extremely good trope: injured character sees their own blood on someone else who's otherwise unscathed and gives a concerned "are you hurt?" double points if they're so injured they're barely lucid

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The Anatomy of a Sex Scene: Screwing Under the Table

Started off with making sure she's comfortable

Reassuring her that he wants her

Switching positions

Sweet talking her and telling eachother how much they like each other

Dirty talking (about food)

Finishing and start pillow talking and reassuring her that he's there for her no matter what

Getting up all disheveled and fixing her clothes

Giving her clothes to put on

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saw a car dragging a labubu facedown through the street