The caffeinated rush to say goodbye with an ear to ear kinda smile

A story of two vintage lovers in the kitchen

A big ol happy vintage self went straight away to the earnest and fluffiest letters of the manuscript.

—Good morning, synonym of sunshine. Did you wake up with the drumroll on your spine?

*frenetic and anxious loverhead sliding into a toaster*

—As you think you do, I did, but little do you know I'm actually trying to stop punishing myself.

*Says with a whisper through lightest moon that is glazed over the morning window*

—Like the absence of the murder as a blessing on our hearts, isn't it, love?

*pouring the orange juice on the lover's glass*

Stop it, you devilish cherubim. You protect me from this whole world when you hold me and won't let go of me.

*an interaction between their forty frothing fingers slides into a graphic point of medium*

—As the Prince will always say before he slays the pop(ing) and conscious mind.

But now it's time to grab that leather fact by its...

*and the beginning of this monologue is interrupted after…

—Honey, it's just a matter of life. the whitening matter of a violent caressing clutch of an eye*

Guion

Sofo Tequiero HellSonicBallet, Alumne de Licenciatura en Literatura y Escritura Creativa