In a dream you float beside a beautiful, vague, and an aesthetically pleasing ass.
In reality, you're confronted by two hairy moles--inches shy of her
crack--a birthmark dark and menacing...
and something else, something wholly unwanted--a smell, it seems, warning you of once consumed food...
The future is quite like the former, the present too much like the latter.
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