

I sneezed all over my keyboardthunder rolls and rain gushes. I am water here. I am transparent.I sneezed all over my keyboard
there's too much meaning
on the edges of sight. and life should last longer
because some one like
you exists. save your lovely
wrists! someone like her
exists. the season
has changed and where am I? everything is
strange. I'm in deep deep deep deep hot water. I'm in
all kinds of trouble.
Seule

ChordataFingers on your bones, I can count the stars; the ridges of dinosaur vertebrae, when it's five degrees and we're shiveringChordata
in our collective skins.
My lips turn blue at the thought of never remembering this-- it's not just the winter that turns us brittle-eyed. I'm quaking at the inference of your boots not shaking.
Apology is the weapon of many; what I stand for with my arms crossed, fingers tapping out music on your sternum, hard ridged, like the contortions of your stegosaurus spine.
We plotted notes like

by `ssilence
by ~typicalteenangst
(it's the best I can do, people don't joke here).
Your webcam makes me so happy.
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
me too
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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