That Which We Pull From Air Has Always BeenCrystal Curry
– After Thomas Howard C flat is dead & gone. She never was. She was never culled. No borzoi ever could outlast a mendicant in bed – was that the will of God? We guess. An alien raps his alien head – when will they fix that hole for good? Then, he watches Kay & Capital Rex negotiate another go, another template, snatched & kept that snatch real wet. For them. For us. For a cock-loving lens & a lens-loving cock. "Slow down," she says & then, we cut to a similar afternoon love scene: "Not yet."
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