i'm paying the planets a conjugal visit, because while things seem dismal now, everything falls into...space. and if i flap my arms it seems as if i'm flying all by myself. catch the tail of the comet. a pursuit to penetration. vulva-like black. convulsions lead to churning like juices splattered and regurgitated, blended with blaze. i am andromeda's sequins. i'm so in love, can't you see i'm glowing?