Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron. The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, almost made me die. The rejects. My thrill. My strange desire that keeps mounting higher. When I look at you I [...]

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It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing. What they wanted was the image of passion, not passion itself. From the girl who sat before me now…surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming [...]

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