i'm paying the planets a conjugal visit, because while things seem dismal now, everything falls into...space. and if i flap my arms it seems as if i'm flying all by myself. catch the tail of [bad word]  a pursuit to penetration. [bad word] like black. convulsions lead to churning like juices regurgitated and splattered, blended with blaze. i am andromeda's sequins. i'm so in love, can't you see i'm glowing?