One to five, in reverse order.

00101
Youve scraped through the bottom of the barrel and now youre clawing at the floor; this frenzy of yours is scaring the children my love. Im not sure youre breathing.

00100
I tell you you're beautiful not for your own sake, but because I like the sound of my own honesty, from time to time.

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Thinking about you, falling for me, when I've already fallen for her, is my favourite ménage à trois

02. Strip ShowEmotional baggage like a push up bra, tears, swelling to the surface, just this side of falling out. A history of broken relationships and lackluster lovers and James couldn't keep his eyes off them. Here now as Imogen spoke they ( Read more... )

All the best pornography is emotional exploitation. I secretly desire societal domination, lust for workplace acts of virility.

01. Barely Sea LevelAs he (you) got on the train he didn't really notice her sitting there, quietly, her knees pressed tight together but her feet askew, her hands in her lap. He didn't see her eyes moisten and her head ( Read more... )

I must resist the urge to say things late at night. Under the oppressive influence of alcohol or sleep deprivation. When speaking at these times I can't help but trip over the words, like potholes in a pavement, until to look in the mirror is to be confronted by a frankly obscene mess of broken skull fragments and greenyellow bruises, and barely ( Read more... )

Last night I thought if I slept in a warm coccoon of music, I'd be spirited away to dream worlds more vivid and demanding, more tangible and real, than I'd heretofore experienced. And your hands are on my throat. I'd drift from lilting somnambulance, and between the depth charge rem's of my subconscious, and I'd catch the trailed words of my heroes ( Read more... )

I love you and I love you, in that order.

"With you I feel I can be myself," she says, amidst riddles of red ribbon prose. "Words come easily, naturally. You make me feel effortless". He glances at his watch, willing time to stop. She's his favourite novel, poetry in motion. All tangles waiting to fall ( Read more... )

I lie on the sofa staring at her, wondering what she's thinking. She hasn't moved in decades. I'm worried that we'll both just cease to be. I can't exist without her, this is all too familar - too much like home - for me to just up and change. Not now ( Read more... )

On another level. On another tact. It's excites me. The collective. The idea. The birds eye view of a city, and the individuals in question highlighted in red, traversing traffic, converging on a single point. However they were notified, by batsignal, by digital phone watch, the family are congragating. And a global power such as that no hidden ( Read more... )

Recriminations. "Why didn't you tell us, didn't she think it was something the whole family should know ( Read more... )