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⁃ The game begins: You need to see my ID again? Nah I remember you. She walks passed through the door. It's the voice. It's the face ;) She walks away, he turns to another soul nearby- It was the **** She laughs. They were big and fake, come on. I saw her take off her sweatshirt over there 10 minutes ago. He laughs. A sunny blonde stroll past with a drink. "Where was I when she slipped in?" he thinks. When she comes back later. Do you need to see my ID? I do. I saw you come out with a drink earlier. But I didn't see you come in. Must've slipped passed me when I wasn't looking..." The flirtatious tone slips in on the last line, smooth as silk, sly like his grin. "... and I'm ashamed of myself for that. I feel like I shoulda seen you ;)" She smiles back and her ripened peach tan skin roses just a hint; under her cheekbones and across her chest. Undeniable proof it worked. Count that as a win :D Point: Home Team! 1-0 "The Games begin!" Play resumes. Get your game face on its game day again. Warm that smile up. Stretch it out them legs don't wanna pull a hammy On the dance floor This early in. Whats the biggest mistake you've ever made. Yadda yadda Wanna see if I can be number two? Are you misses Marshall Oh no I'm miss so-and-so Would you like to be Misses Hatchett instead? Barefoot in a parking lot at a parade downtown around 3pm touch grass and face the sun drink the glow on in. Church doesnt have to look like a temple to someone - some being; it can just be relishing in the temple of being we exist in. Radiant free life giving energy, cascades across infinity just to warm our rock and make our blood run; And we figured out how charge for it. I swear they will completely commodify the sun before it's all over, said and done.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
A series of one night stands
⁃ The game begins: You need to see my ID again? Nah I remember you. She walks passed through the door. It's the voice. It's the face ;) She walks away, he turns to another soul nearby- It was the **** She laughs. They were big and fake, come on. I saw her take off her sweatshirt over there 10 minutes ago. He laughs. A sunny blonde stroll past with a drink. "Where was I when she slipped in?" he thinks. When she comes back later. Do you need to see my ID? I do. I saw you come out with a drink earlier. But I didn't see you come in. Must've slipped passed me when I wasn't looking..." The flirtatious tone slips in on the last line, smooth as silk, sly like his grin. "... and I'm ashamed of myself for that. I feel like I shoulda seen you ;)" She smiles back and her ripened peach tan skin roses just a hint; under her cheekbones and across her chest. Undeniable proof it worked. Count that as a win :D Point: Home Team! 1-0 "The Games begin!" Play resumes. Get your game face on its game day again. Warm that smile up. Stretch it out them legs don't wanna pull a hammy On the dance floor This early in. Whats the biggest mistake you've ever made. Yadda yadda Wanna see if I can be number two? Are you misses Marshall Oh no I'm miss so-and-so Would you like to be Misses Hatchett instead? Barefoot in a parking lot at a parade downtown around 3pm touch grass and face the sun drink the glow on in. Church doesnt have to look like a temple to someone - some being; it can just be relishing in the temple of being we exist in. Radiant free life giving energy, cascades across infinity just to warm our rock and make our blood run; And we figured out how charge for it. I swear they will completely commodify the sun before it's all over, said and done.
Meshes of Mardi Gras after noon.
thomas-hatchett
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
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