Czarissa Haimecc Yon-Casheuphe has emerged from the shelters unharmed by stellar radiation. She has gone undetected. She approaches wearing sanguinist cape, hip shunt, and lace leggings with memory device inserts.
Tensor: I bite my digits to silence my wails of desire.
Pinion-Runnel: The fluff is pronounced. It heightens the desire.
Tensor: I do not believe my desire could be more heightened.
Pinion-Runnel: Incorrect. We must not succumb to the weakness of biology. Resist the urge to assert your dominion.
Tensor: The females resist authority.
Pinion-Runnel: They are changing. The stone is amok.
Tensor: I yearn for the swim.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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