...That's what I get when too many mouths hear too many calls and my car butts in [like usual] and takes me out of town to see what other people my age are doing when their moon shines, dirtied with stars, and sweat hits their brows under all the passions of the sky. Provoking, as i rub salts into my thighs bleed another lullaby while i'm holding hands -- myself -- under myself -- rocking rubbing until persuasion pulls my attention towards more hands new mouths, to jump aerobics with, lunging dollars forward burning fuels without backup, just desire -- a libertine wet distracted to see what flexibility my body holds, a living.