We're made of atoms, forever moving. Forever moving through time, yet only here in the now. We're here, but only as infinitely fractioned milliseconds. Flesh frames, I suppose.
Time, I think, is the only thing stopping me from phasing my hand through your soft belly. Them damn atoms are in the way at every moment in time.
G'night.
We're made of atoms, forever moving. Forever moving through time, yet only here in the now. We're here, but only as infinitely fractioned milliseconds. Flesh frames, I suppose.
Time, I think, is the only thing stopping me from phasing my hand through your soft belly. Them damn atoms are in the way at every moment in time.
G'night.
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