Wanna fuck?

Float along the dopamine river. There’s sticks and stones yet you dodge everything. Lie back on this bed made for eight billion. There’s always room for one more.

I’m Team You. I’ll always vote for you. I wanna see 100 billion, 2 thousand kajillion-trillion yous walking round, spreading out across the universe.

There’s no limit to your potential. You can do anything amazing, wonderful, disruptive, intelligent, generous, optimistic, dignified, deified, reified, torpified, mystified, uglified, disasterfried, delusional, crazy-ass fuckin pizza thing that you want.

You’re an insane packet of cookies on the very top shelf. Chunks of chocolate fill your gooey core and when I bite in I go mm, no, and start shaking my head. I put all my money on you, you kooky killer with claws.

You’re the motherfucker of all motherfuckers, you big-hearted serial killer. You slit my throat and give me mouth to mouth. It’s not enough to murder my meat pack, you bring me back from the dead.