Jul 3, 2014
【✜】 The presence of none other than artificial male (a sex she is sick of) resides in the dark lake-esque land of pipes and phone poles. She recognizes it immediately, approaches at a brisk pace and wants him out out out.
“Are you fucking serious ― ?”
“Some ― some ridiculous fucking ― some joke. Some joke.” She points in what she may believe to be the door into her nexus but in so hopes that it brings him back to whatever miserable place he had manifested his existence from to trespass into not the but her territory of .flow. (Find your place, outsider.) “Just ― just go ―”