in the dream the dream that was during the waking day came as true as it ever would.
electricity flowing along fingertips stinging skin like wire & there was no inert matter anywhere near, everything alive, a universe created in the time it took to undress unmask understand surrender & with savage honesty dispel any doubts & there were many, many, & every reason to believe nothing would come of it. pleasure alone could not have done it, no it was beyond that by far; it obviated all boundaries & endlessness began & it was beyond beyond, & perfect.
i will hate it when i am finally driven to admit this will never happen. for now i would settle for the strength to stop saying please, it’s so undignified.
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think of it as a creative writing exercise, really. i know i meant to be raw here but not this raw, not even close.
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