Jake Symbol

Rotisserie

Weightless breakfast congealing on the teflon. The porn-limits gorge with dayglow. In the Molson Canadian livingroom we learn to be grafted to the white-light, concept, macadam, and electric tissues that sustain this organ. Second-hand smoke body odor American Apparel brown carpet succulents and custard conjoined in the process of recording. The glass is open, a thirsty gutter. Into the throat of light pour gallons and gallons of data. Push down the five-panel over his face. The networks swell with anal. There’s no quenching these invasive vasculars, only appeasing them with an endless mutual seepage. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.

 
 
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Data Raptor

Radio makes a vector. So he crow-flies into my linted foyer’s lip. Basketball shorts undulate in clotting darkness, metallic odors billow from stripped feet. I suck the tongue. We wrap together and neb like eels. Pink Lemonade Burnette’s & pure spit miscegenate. Mouth full of paint. As he makes me the sky his ass stinks. It’s bitter. Google will build a new corporate campus near 2300 Traverwood Drive in Ann Arbor, MI. They’re thrilled to continue to grow here. I fall over him from the wind like a tarp, repeatedly, skimming his outer layers. Over and over I fly and fall.