Blades

Everytime I stay up watching past life regression hypnotism videos, I spend the entire next day wondering why. Today is no exception. Being a compulsively lazy person, however, has it's perks. It's no easy feat, let me tell you, to create a universe which revolves on the axis of your hip bones, those which remain under cloth and skin not yet touched, not even a light accidental brush. Although I suspect no accidental thing exists, unless in her realm where fingers, lips and tongues are uninhabited and throwaway half-hearted echoes. The most mundane of shadows, of slips and of swoons send me into the regular hysteria. Oh god, this fall will hurt as no other.