"I am perfect!"
Yes, oh yes yes yes yes yes you are! How did you get to be this sweet, this lovable, this strange, this special, this exciting, this authentic, this adorable, this little snugglepop that could be my very own? Good GOD, you're only 5 days old!!
"I know. It's miraculous that you found me. I've been sleeping in the streets. It's so lucky you bent over and smelled the ground. Stuck out your tongue. Tasted."
I saw flecks of gold and silver on pavement and thought, wow, that shit must contain the un-named flavour, the silent sense. I will always taste the streets now!!!!!! The taste of glitter is beyond UMAMI, it's sacred tsunami, it's your own fucking mommy! Mommmyyy!!!!!! Someday you will call me Mommy and I will respond deservedly.
"Mommy!"
I can't hear you.
"Mommy!!! We've been stellarbound; joint cosmology! I don't exist without you, nor you without ME!"
Eh.
"I feel like I've been dead for so long, finally alive. Don't fuckin turn around. You have to tend me. Raise me. Braise me. With more of the love you've been wasting on useless shit like chocolate and insecure men. I'm all you really need !"
I want to snuff, I want to snuff. It's not enough. It's so much harder the second time than the first. Seeing the ionic makes me feel blind.
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