"triple threat!" i licked my lips and ran my tongue across the scars left behind from the two times i have let someone pierce my lip for the sake of spontaneity and her friend (surprise!).
"we are," i savored each consonant, "cha-wri-pu-lee threatening."
i can feel all my motivation and creativity bursting from each crack between my pores, non-directionally and so, rather unproductively. i need a focus! to focus. phoe-kuss. locusts.
in large numbers they're triply threatening to some sorts of trees.
even the blazing breeze
and brazen bees aren't able to do much about that.
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