Ideas, ideas, ideas
They fly high and they burn. They keep offering some images to me, but still I am not typing them down. I know that some of those ideas are going to get lost, while others (the stronger ones) will remain alive within my mind and my soul. I feel them. My body feels them, as if it were bruising of a violent session of BDSM.
I can't say much. I have no idea myself of what's going on.
Let it be... later on, there'll be my own lone session. I will play with myself. I will play games with myself (it's funnier, as I know the limits of my body). And that'll lead me to what I need!
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