Monday, December 17, 2007

item #4592

You cite the chair. It comes into view; it comes into Being, one might say. You feel the air is overexposed. In your mouth this sounds like insistence. You say this, as it were, demonstrating the fact. You continue my voice as your voice. The headphones you wear filter for questions. I envy your equipment; but, together, we accept and believe all of these possible voices. I remain suggestible to the screen in front of you, however, and am lost in its pretty spirals. You say you feel the buzzing inside me.... We fall in love.

Hello...I'm Ellen, 37, from south west London. Message me if the above aroused you or if you would like to know more.


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