Groundwork and bare skin. Mysterious. Intriguing. It’s that electrical pulse that runs momentarily through my body. A slight internal jolt. Fleeting and yet it lingers. I’d move heaven and hell for a teleporter at times.
Even when things go horribly wrong they still go horribly right. You attract the type of energy you put out which means I’ve been quite positive and fortunate lately. It really has been my year thus far.
‘what thee hell are you going to do about the distance?’ Fuck knows, but I’m quite clever and can sort a way in almost any situation, and if Saturday was not proof of that then I have no idea what is…
Scheming. Give me my fucking money.