supersonic
Bluelighter
Little steps its always little steps that move me forward from the big messes of the redundant neccessity of unbarable constraints of sensitivity. What I'm saying right now means nothing. What you hear means everything. What I'm saying only matters in the moment of expulsion. When I'm done I want bigger and better then last time. More more more. Perfection ressurection no more neglection. Warm cradles of lovely cells collected in a skin wrapping of more cells. But like it is to snap twigs I love to break the ever so limited bounds of this thing that burns throughout the soul.
