In my dream, we are rich and shop without price tags. You toss me nice things while strolling the Chanel Boutique. We shop assiduously around a woman lying naked on a raised platform. Waiting for a massage? Or just too rich to even bother with clothes anymore? I struggle into a huge sweater and question […]
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Slow Waves and Delta Waves by Merridawn Duckler
Mediums can only half sleep, plugged into the constant dead, who never rest but complain and petition, want favors and reassurances, want even love, of a limited kind, before the disaster of forgetting descends. Next to me in bed, wrapping the sheets tighter, you are a breathing wall of great shoulders; cried of hounding, making […]