I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. So let’s get naked and blush under the neon glow of eachother’s decaying corpses. Let’s get real close, but not too close… just close enough to keep each other alive.

I’ll let you in if you let me in. Please excuse the cockroaches crawling up my walls… I haven’t found where they live, so I can’t get rid of them. I have an idea about where they come from, though, but we’ve been living together quite nicely, so I think I’ll let them stay… if you don’t mind.

You can even stay inside me if you want. Temperature control devices are too expensive and ridiculous, so you must know that energy flows unchecked here.

If we agree on these things, let’s let our intestines entwine and knot themselves into a sentimental heart-shaped balloon and shit out silliness and happiness and uncontrollable joy for the universe to drown itself in.