Where were you last night? Your body was in the bed but you were nowhere to be found. Your pupils unfurled and settled like the stuff your lungs breathe is a joke. Gasps, groans, and smiles were all that you were. Another visit to the wispcano with your wispquito friends? Take me along next time. Fuzzy feathered wispquito friends, chitin thorns and grasshopper knees. Tickle-tasting moth antenna mustaches. Is that where you were, the other side of fantastic? Rolling and rollicking in your invisible shem?
That's not the only place you can go where there's no stopping until it lets you go. We've got a place called Guantanamo. Little vain prayers for mercy. Dabblings of sound wishing against wish. You spent last night begging for mercy from mercy itself. Wrapped up in her sunset peacock arms, you had dazzle to dance to and silence to sleep with. You used her strength to pick up that can you've been kicking down the road - you repurposed it to keep your forgiveness so you would never lose it again. Though it's far from the last piece of the ensemble of wallop and wampum, you'll at least register a foot-tap by giving it a shake.
Where were you last night, where you could make the heart of darkness skip a beat?
