maybe soon we will be free. maybe soon i wont have to stare unto the face of endless. forbidden trials, and know that i will never be the same without that which is incomplete. the leaves fall along the pavement, and the scream as my bare foot lies upon them. is this what its like to miss your other half? it has been so long without him, i sometimes forget. the air is tight and my throat is constricted. i try to fool myself, but who do i kid? i miss my dear, humble arkillo and his flaccid wiener
i miss the way his big meaty hands caress my fruit like bowl-cut hair, cut with the same fruit bowl I keep my oranges in, as we make love, my ass pressed firmly against him, just like i love to press my ass against windows for batman, but not as much as i love when arkillo whispers my name through his big mutant mole like teeth and off the tip of his tentacle tongue… “Guy.~”
