TRENDING MIRACLES AND LONGSHOTS

you were loitering in my dreams, claiming to represent my future. i have nothing against my future. i have always seen my future as being tall, dark and wearing shades. i have, on the other hand, little in common with my past. she resides in a putrid cave. dandruff. even beauty is just a fragment. a naked shoulder in the sun. a shop for stilettos. a thunderbolt undressing. sometimes you were waking up in me; what are we both doing here? we went out for coffee at a horrible place referred to colloquially as cafe body. here we began. your design was beauty, mine was understanding. out of almost nothing sprung holes. regeneration took place where it shouldn't. again, the terror became boring.