Tit A Lay Shun Street

How many searches does it take, to reach the center of the servers core? Sub bass but dogs perk, ears up, for the bags rattle and the kibbles treble. Spread me open in the middle of the night, debase me quickly before I fully wake, and then coat me, like a cop draping a victim; too sticky, too hot, now is not the time for touching, but for maybe our feet. Lucky charms for our not being each others next false promise, another something to have to live through, but not in a good way, like the seal sliding luge of love. Lunge lunge! Open sesame, body oil. Plastic sheets and warm hands. This is our war, our sport, our meaning of life. Someone passing by at a party once said "Nature is my God", and another said "Pussy is my God", and I thought, 'So I serve two masters', but I thought it with my dick cupped under my hands; ah the drunken couch shows of youth, we were better than any television ever, and still are,
until the buzzkill du jour ou nuit,
and the run for the doors.