pink-eyed porcupine pool rat

What happened, to all my posts, about beachbliss, happiness, warmth, nearness, dearness, closeness. "The Human Experience" godmotherfuckdamn I hate that phrase. So presumptuous. I am unique! Alone! Ubiquitous. I am thoroughly modern, en vogue phone and car and shades and conditioned air and job and kids and life, look, smell, curl of a lip, flip on the hair, sick on the inside but happy on the out; a real human experience. Scorn, shame, opportunity knocking. Souring, sleepy, slurpy, slick. Like selling ice to eskimos? No, like ice on the beach. Aww, shut up, you big baby, you big orgasm-needing baby!

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