The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Flaccid dreams lover boy,” she says.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a soft cock even in your dreams,” she says with an evil grin, as she tosses the vase towards him. With a simple backhand he deflects it, only to find her already mid-flight.
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