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by cydneysomething

When the carrot finally snaps, And covers the world in mushrooms, And the thoughts and dreams of billions cease- We'll be where that sacred spore takes hold, Waiting for it to bloom, Patiently waiting while making love Sacred spores with sacred purpose! Find your targets well! Find us! Find us! We are fertile soil! How delicious would it be, For spore and seed and egg to meet? A life beginning, And ending In one spectacular flash and roar! Fuck, we'll go down swingin' To every movement swayin' Your hips and mine, sweet slammin' You know what I'm sayin'? And as the flash and roar subside, We will be mushrooms And tar And ions And eons And eons And eons We will be gone <3
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cydneysomething
34 / F / Portland, OR
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Written by
cydneysomething
34 / F / Portland, OR
Published
Oct 8, 2018
Time
2m
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#end#of#the#world#sex
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