Sexpigeon

Aug
7th
Tue
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A bit of dough pinched off into the sea, just blob-blob-blobbing along.  

It’s summertime and I sweat directly through my wallet. My cash smells like myself, now, slick and musky. Paying with paper money feels like handing over peels of my own skin.

A bit of dough pinched off into the sea, just blob-blob-blobbing along.

It’s summertime and I sweat directly through my wallet. My cash smells like myself, now, slick and musky. Paying with paper money feels like handing over peels of my own skin.