he waddled up to the diving board, looked over his kingdom, looked meaningfully to the horizon, then laid out a ball buster dive into 11 feet of water. a swan into flight. his launch was an ascension into the motherly water of our birth. she waited there for him, arms open, moving to receive him, reshaping around his form. jello.
the crowd cringed and held their breath. a watermelon rind held at mid-slurp, it's juices flooding a human's chin running into the sunscreen on her arms. a knife to carve dropped onto a toe that never noticed.
the 2 rotation flip in the summer of our present. her gaze never felt so near. your ability to epitomize the cool.
the crowd cringed and held their breath. a watermelon rind held at mid-slurp, it's juices flooding a human's chin running into the sunscreen on her arms. a knife to carve dropped onto a toe that never noticed.
the 2 rotation flip in the summer of our present. her gaze never felt so near. your ability to epitomize the cool.
