a normal boy would me in an old car, a dubious hello, a radio playing. he would me even in his sleep, a ranch with spiky things guarding its perineum. he would me in a tight box with a tight lid and a pale lightbulb indicating daylight, a crank turning in its side.

hello, I am aberrant girl looking high in a felt sailboat. I have tripped on many a threshold, and fallen behind in my vaccinations. you are normal boy with a penchant and a webcam. we are stupidly gorgeous together. can you see it?