The pressure in my head is threatening
this morning. An endless fucking sea of words.
And the words are fucking.
Dip into the sea:
Henry is not smiling. Henry does not feel well.
Moreover, Henry feels that he is not well.
This is what I think, and I have Big Eyes.
Henry gave me permission to use his name.
This is not plagiarism.
A mind has been fucked.
by another mind.
It occurred to me that this was a pleasant thought.
That I suppose was the orgasm.