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-   At the liquor store dense with nocturne. My hair smells of domestic expense. I can feel the geography of my face burn when the man behind me tells his friend how far he'd stick his tongue up my *** I leave without buying anything. Outside the air is thickening: the atmosphere hardens itself into a dome. Not even the thunderheads can hide my embarrassment. Under the dark sky my truck looks like a rusted pupa, ready to burst from its oxide swaddling. I pass more liquor stores but I am distracted. The moon is absent. My wholesomeness is bothered by voyeurism but my vileness gets off on it. Once home I notice the neighbors have cut their lawns and it is imposing. I admit my faults. I become needy too often - and weak the moment I see another insect cacooned in my driveway. There is shame in standing silently against torment so I kneel and confess my vileness. I beg my visitor to take me harder than he thinks I can bear.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
Depravity
-   At the liquor store dense with nocturne. My hair smells of domestic expense. I can feel the geography of my face burn when the man behind me tells his friend how far he'd stick his tongue up my *** I leave without buying anything. Outside the air is thickening: the atmosphere hardens itself into a dome. Not even the thunderheads can hide my embarrassment. Under the dark sky my truck looks like a rusted pupa, ready to burst from its oxide swaddling. I pass more liquor stores but I am distracted. The moon is absent. My wholesomeness is bothered by voyeurism but my vileness gets off on it. Once home I notice the neighbors have cut their lawns and it is imposing. I admit my faults. I become needy too often - and weak the moment I see another insect cacooned in my driveway. There is shame in standing silently against torment so I kneel and confess my vileness. I beg my visitor to take me harder than he thinks I can bear.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
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