abyssia

i tried to write but it didn't work. i tried to masturbate but that didn't work. well, it worked, but i still feel like i need to write or cum or maybe the sneeze-gazm? something in here needs to get out and it's not going. something psychosexual leading to some sort of catharsis? oh fuck me. i was writing about eating plump babies and the one who has betrayed himself and slippery grass and the notion of keeping the abyss in the abyss. there were membranes and fluids and mirror smashings but it just wasn't ... right. it took too long. i like the tapioca smiles part - that came right. orion is a tapioca smile demon child. wait, not demon - but he can do the backstroke in the mind of one - but that one isn't just demon.... ugh! too much thinking. would that i could override my auto-edit sequence shit but no, the editor is here in full force tonight. i think i'll cum another few times as some sort of consolation prize. not bad as consolations go. lonely.