Thursday, December 15, 2016


Neurosurgeons operating in the wind have to compensate for big breezes and go to start cutting into your brain at precisely the wrong place, knowing that the imminent big gust will blow their scalpel right into the correct place to make your brain function in the manner of some atomic nazi superman and not paralyze you completely or make you forever mix up purple and orange. It makes them sweat with nausea and the cold wind on their sweat reminds them of that feeling of coming to, post-orgasm, when all of a sudden you are aware of how sweaty and puffed you are and slowly you reconnect with the present dimension yet you carry a glow carried over from the dimension of orgasm.

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