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Jul 2021
episode 7: describe me sweetly, discount john green
you? you're gorgeous
no, do me better, poet. come on, don't be shy
she stood up from the bed and sat on a monoblock chair. she's as bare as a newborn
you're naked.
yes. yes i am.
she sips her cold coffee. or at least i hope it was cold; i refuse to believe we finished that quickly
tell me more.
her voice sounds...
why do you sound like an english teacher? i swear all of my old teachers sound like that
please. if i tie my hair and wear my glasses and act like a librarian would it make you go for round two?
she fixes her hair.
no, you act like a... well...
what is it?
let's just say... mary magdalene
she laughs.
mary wasn't a *****. she was wealthy
i didn't mean to call you that
no, no, it's fine. i DID wear the sluttiest of my underwear
jeez, lady.
come on. describe me
be as weird as you can
okay? uhhhhh
didn't i call your ***** pieces of bread
yes, you did. very offensive by the way. you could have called them loaves
uhhh...
i ponder. i can be as shakespearean as i could
well... your uhhh, your hair is like... uhhh... wet silk on an alabaster statue...
she laughs again.
come on, i've read your poems. your crudeness is unique
really now. i haven't heard that one before
i stood up. there are ants on our plates. i lean on the bed post of the double decker
no, there's nothing special about your hair. it looks like ****
says you, she said. your hair is messy
and so are yours, lady. it looks like squid ink noodles on a mannequin
how about my eyes
it's brown. nicely brown, actually. like polished mahogany
and my neck?
chiseled, and thin. those ridges are like marble
my chest?
wide, but thin. and those loaves of yours were tasty
she smiled. a promiscuous smile
it's the roof of a japanese castle, freckled with autumn leaves
my belly?
smooth. a calm river under moonlight
her eyes joined her licentious smile.
my.... hips?
just the right amount. i wouldn't call it child-bearing, though
i come close. she stands up and approaches
my arms?
she drapes over my shoulders
the right amount, too. like some smooth waxen candlesticks
she presses closer. she smells cold
my... legs?
too short. it couldn't even hoist you up to kissing level
she goes for one. my lips arrive to hers.
i told you i would only do one kiss.
that makes you a liar, then. or a failure.
i am fine with failing once.
i grab her head and press her tight to mine.
it starts to rain again.
.
.
.
when are you going to leave
when it stops raining
i have an umbrella you can borrow
no, it's fine. i don't like it when it's cold
liar. you weren't trembling earlier
you were, though.
yeah
i was
.
.
.
part two of episode 1
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