

Ode to Gelatinous SubstancesOh, fair gelatinous substance! Rippling peacefully like a peaceful nighttime sea (that is peaceful) Sheening so softly in the gentle moonlight Yet powerfully tu appelles mon NOMOde to Gelatinous Substances
Your robe of crushed crimson falls gracefully on porcelain. Silver sporks dance, fairies in a ring, drawing me nearer to their circle. (that's you, LOL) Gravity draws us closer too, with a force of approximately 3.17673417 x 10^-9 Newtons. I cannot resist them both at the same time, as that would be multitasking. Devouring you, I feel my senses soar to Heaven. Qua gelatina pulchra!
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It's Istanbul not Constantinople
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"Smile, it makes people think you're up to something."
I have a Wedge @ :icontf-obsessions:
~autobotcity
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