"You're my favourite bone," she uttered with spontaneity. His nasal bridge captivates her fancies whenever he grazes his to her cheeks. He then stroked her wafer triceps, leaned it close to his supple chest. Two hundred and six calcified anatomical parts. Two barb-wired hearts. Twice their satiety-induced betweenbrains.
As she rested her right earlobe onto his, yes, supple chest, she could literally hear that his full-pulsating heartbeats were singing an aria for her soul. As she rubbed her peculiar eyes, she became even more figurative. She nonchalantly proclaimed, "We make such a good tandem, like muscles and cartilages - the two of us, we're like Siamese twins sans the common genes, we are soulmates." Her imaginations became animated. She was in elation.
He touched her shapely pelvic bones and his insides fluttered. He could plainly visualize that her see-through hypothalamus was bellowing a metaphor for his soul. He brushed her short tresses, he clenched her legs to his, subdued. He incessantly pondered, "You weave such euphoric lines, like Welsh and his novels - you and I, we're bound to entwine, we are lovers." His fascinations became heightened. He was in liquefaction.
Since time immemorial, their neurotic romance.
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"You're my favourite bone," she uttered with spontaneity. His nasal bridge captivates her fancies whenever he grazes his to her cheeks. He then stroked her wafer triceps, leaned it close to his supple chest. Two hundred and six calcified anatomical parts. Two barb-wired hearts. Twice their satiety-induced betweenbrains.
As she rested her right earlobe onto his, yes, supple chest, she could literally hear that his full-pulsating heartbeats were singing an aria for her soul. As she rubbed her peculiar eyes, she became even more figurative. She nonchalantly proclaimed, "We make such a good tandem, like muscles and cartilages - the two of us, we're like Siamese twins sans the common genes, we are soulmates." Her imaginations became animated. She was in elation.
He touched her shapely pelvic bones and his insides fluttered. He could plainly visualize that her see-through hypothalamus was bellowing a metaphor for his soul. He brushed her short tresses, he clenched her legs to his, subdued. He incessantly pondered, "You weave such euphoric lines, like Welsh and his novels - you and I, we're bound to entwine, we are lovers." His fascinations became heightened. He was in liquefaction.
Since time immemorial, their neurotic romance.
As she rested her right earlobe onto his, yes, supple chest, she could literally hear that his full-pulsating heartbeats were singing an aria for her soul. As she rubbed her peculiar eyes, she became even more figurative. She nonchalantly proclaimed, "We make such a good tandem, like muscles and cartilages - the two of us, we're like Siamese twins sans the common genes, we are soulmates." Her imaginations became animated. She was in elation.
He touched her shapely pelvic bones and his insides fluttered. He could plainly visualize that her see-through hypothalamus was bellowing a metaphor for his soul. He brushed her short tresses, he clenched her legs to his, subdued. He incessantly pondered, "You weave such euphoric lines, like Welsh and his novels - you and I, we're bound to entwine, we are lovers." His fascinations became heightened. He was in liquefaction.
Since time immemorial, their neurotic romance.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
