Better times are just around the corner
The buttplug is less certain after all.
It has something to do with the space between wanting and seeing. It wants to be something. It is perched on a postbox like a hat. Why not call it a hat on a postbox instead? A mourning song because the postbox will be gone soon. Might infrequent use make it less vulgar? Let me tell you why that buttplug was there. Let me tell you why I think what I thought was a buttplug was there. It was holy and could go where it pleased. I am a man who stands in Bunnings and chooses nuts and corresponding bolts based not on the facts placed in front of him but on what might look like it should fit and it prides me to say I am a man who saw a shape and made a buttplug. I need new eyes better suited to my needs. I need a new and calmer imagination, my friends keep dying in this one. Almost everything it makes has some consequence. I see buttplugs everywhere and my friends die. It is exhausting.
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