She looks at me and I begin:

[natawn84]

I electric you.

Ultral low frequency resonance,

the kind of hum eternity makes at the base of spines.

I see us fiberoptic flesh in a tornado of trade winds.

A typhoon schooner

with central nervous system rigging.

Bare blood vesselss sails high and

information is blowing hard in this magick mirror whirlpool.

Stirring a blue storm of hot magick

in the belly

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[archethereal]

i have a photographic surprise for you in the works.
give me a couple of weeks to get over pneumonia.
but.
yes.