I feel as if my reality has become swathed in clothing.
What is it that I find so uncomfortable about all of these people?
...Maybe it is their fear.
Everything within my constructed world is blooming and frothing... flushing and tingling.
All I wish is for someone to discuss the beauty of the world with, someone to create the beauty of the world with me.
Someone to engage in spontaneous poetry with... to celebrate the wonder of ludic dialectic.
Someone with whom to engage in seductive play..
What is it that I find so uncomfortable about all of these people?
...Maybe it is their fear.
Everything within my constructed world is blooming and frothing... flushing and tingling.
All I wish is for someone to discuss the beauty of the world with, someone to create the beauty of the world with me.
Someone to engage in spontaneous poetry with... to celebrate the wonder of ludic dialectic.
Someone with whom to engage in seductive play..
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