Mind if I use your body is not porn
but it really aught to be.Prospecting moments of time through the channels of Spaceswirling the effervesent ethers of motion and Gravitydrawing exitentially patterns with gravy train Fireworkscascading through cooridors of thoughts branching to the Reasonbeings enstanciate pleasure as an establishment of self. God I’m lonely. Yet there is so much out there. Sometimes I imagine…