I feel like I am in a half crouch position, hands extended in front of me trying frantically to stop whatever it is that's coming towards me and fuckme it's coming fast. Whatever it is coming towards my way is gonna send me into a state of frantic; and please frantic is never what I need.
Eh, why now? What grant you this feeling of power? What the fuck gives?
If you come in waves, i'd be drenched to the bones and swept away to the very end of that corner right there. If you come in pricks, all I'd be left is nothingness; where not even one land of prick is possible. When you come, you will come big.
Whatever it is, please choose a timely arrival. I need you, but I don't need you now. And when you ask when, I'll ask why.
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