apeirophobe (apeirophobe) wrote,

Life in a freakin' Centrifuge: Part X

cycle seven - like you wouldn't believe

The glasses rattled off the counter. Our drunken bodies, [passion incarnate] knocked the cosmos loose as we rocked. It was frightening in its truth it was stirring in its scape. [It was sinful and wrong.] But, as many a red-handed glutton for punishment - like myself - is heard to say, the best things are.

And now what do we do?

What do we do?
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