In the not so distant future...revisited
Sometimes I imagine my hands like large mechanical pincers such as a robot would have. Too bulky to feel the delicacies of a lovers embrace, but unrefined as to be painful even to the slightest touch. Smashing your bones means I love you, and ignoring you would probably be a blessing in this case.Labels: tender tender flesh, the robocalypse, uncontrollable urges
posted by El Chupacabra @ 10:18 PM
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