It was a mistake bringing my files and current project in my backpack today. Not doing anything with it but it's siren call beckons me
I'm sitting on the porch, revelling in the reflection of stretlights on rain soaked red, budding leaves
Like when the superhero has a hacked together costume and the villain is just as hacked together and shoddy, that's the good stuff
Just need to make sure I don't teach a hot guy how to make them as he might turn out to be wicked and foul
I'm deaf, I have the volume so high so I can actually hear what I'm listening to.
"But, that volume is dangeβ" SILENCE, RECTANGLE.
This is why I gotta go back to using a dedicated MP3 player
Trans butch dyke, maker of things, teller of tales, author of smut. 30s
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