but pretend it is this way...



pretend to get board, truly bored. the wrong body blown-to-bits creeping along the floor, bored. and not just killed, but a soul without mileage, caught in along the ocean's genderdysleixc graveyard; or just blind for a moment; a point where pleasure merges with near zero; just off the horizon; thick with the sound of dropping ladders, thousands of ladders with no place to go but fall; what could be done? crossdress or find someone who will surgically pretend anything you want, use multi-voices from unheard crevasses across the continent to your door; hire personal floor advisers to wish upon a star, dead or alive; together, one's own blood to the next; a billion billion billion light years from there you are, neither this way or, chemically enhanced, or bored, more board than an entire life could suspend; neither montana gandhi or christ on hormones jorgensen could tie a knot around this azure as azure as blush almost rhapsody; a talcum powder tale vibrating vacuum stick, yet business as normal. an apparatus contained in a single unit, written in proper grammar / english / legalese; in the manner of the copy of the original lattice work in marble, from a forgotten pause, nearly lost then found then lost then paradise and then bored; five thousand square miles always on sale, delivered to any door, a clitoris or a phallus in neon working order, with the chance to be the other, with an oath never to tell everyone that knows, nature made a mistake, or didn't, which has been corrected or not,any thing to truly be bored.

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