the s ame waythey swallo w copio us amounts of alcohol despite it t asting like horse piss ,

would yo u separate the ingredients ofa cake m,y treasur e ¿

i would kno w if i were suffering a medic al emergency . 𝘸𝘦 are fine . the concer n is appre ci ated .

( * two distinct bats of fluffed fringes , skull canted & pout lax ; the affectionate equivalent to his winking . ) hi , gēgē . was it ever at risk .

it s just taki ng longer than u sual for our brain to reac h the other bodies . do n ot allow it to unsett l e your li m bic system .

it s fine t o have poor taste && lik e thi ngs that t aste bad . y our prerogative .

( * a languid cursory glance at herself ; at thin wrists drenched in olive pearls && brass && the peeking , skeletal valley of inked sternum between clothed breast ’ s hills . a dawdling whistle , ) is there an occasion . . ? i ’ m just going out .

𖠋 𝐐 .

𝘺𝘰𝘶 ar e very cute . ( * faux - lunging , snapping teeth closing mere breaths from their ear . she veers once flush && blindly noses her jaw instead . ) 𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 , even .

( * soundlessly fanning themself beneath a pane-less window ; steam rises , obscuring hues curling in crepe plumes from skin . )

i suppos e i t isn t your f ault , that you li ke the taste of a m o uthful of piss . ♪ i traine d you a little to o well .