INFINITE PLEASURE GLITCH

ha ha, it’s not cheating if the real world doesn’t see us. the aether has eyes and its eyes are watching us, i think it wants us to be happy. and we are! arcing across the fault-lines of each other (there is some separate reality out there.) and it feels extraordinary, or extra-dimensional, a pleasure that shouldn’t be possible. we opened up a loophole and left reality behind, didn’t we? and we can do it anytime we want (somewhere in the universe, something must have folded in on itself and left us here.) because there must be some kind of cavitation, some cosmic force collapsing in on us, or else this would have been inside me all along. maybe it was some primordial solar flare, a star death, i don’t care because your head is between my legs and we won’t sleep for hours (we have to visit that place together, our cosmic meeting place.) when we fuck i look the universe in the eyes, and then i open mine and it’s you looking back at me, two points of contact in the vast expanse. did we tap into some jetstream of pleasure deep in space? did we bring it swirling onto earth like a vein of celestial gold? (there are untapped resources in ourselves that mirror those in the cosmos, after all.) yes, when i’m with you i stretch out like a cat and reach all the way to the edge of our expanding universe until i swear i can feel the plasma waves lapping at my feet. it turns out no one really enforces the laws of physics anyway.