Geeky love threads

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It's quite strange, our desire to belong to people, to grab someone's heart and invite them for a swim in our myocardium and its pericardial cavity, have our hearts dance to the rhythms of our combined heart-beats and matching footsteps, have us create our own land, and dangle our feet on the walls of an everlasting well-nourished organ.



How euphoric it is for us to imagine all parts of our bodies joined together in the acts of love, our souls floating together like a disformed ds DNA, each G dancing with a G instead of a C; forming a heart, having our chromosomes scream for more improper connections; only to have us broken at its very end.



Love breaks normality, it loves destruction and chaos, deadly tides of emotions waiting for someone to ride them in order to drown on purpose. Love takes us off of our feet, shakes our whole world like protein shakes, and leaves us in a post-workout state, searching for a bed to rest in;


So dear,

Have a good workout, and try not to stretch too much.

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