Futurist's Bicycle Erotica Story

She's walking through this void of purity, solemn spirits on the road. Blacklight shines from the end of the tunnel as she creeps closer and closer. Her dress is made of diamonds, pearl skin, giant heroin inspired eyes. The void vibrates and twists in legendary grandeur. Wind of doll's prolegy, she twists to the spirit of the moon. A trip to the moon, falling, falling falling. We collapse in a sea of sunflowers, moths dance on angel light. Now we're running, it's fierce, it's violent. We are a futurist's bicycle made for two, no four, no eight. Now they're pinning me/her down, they rip open my/her dress and pull out our dreams. My mother's uncle i've never met castrates me and tells me I will never be the same again as we leave the cave. Loki's abyss in the solemn storm, burn down mindy's forest. Now i'm loki. In and out cries of the wolf now you're cliche, swimming amongst the stars. Futurist's bicycle transient, faster and faster chasing her on the edge. Flips the hem of her dress up, cracked and broken porcelain thighs, embarrassing polkadot knickers. Bleeding lips, her arms lock around my neck and I turn to milk, over and over again, the void spills me back out into the pantry with old whisper willow Margret and her 300 cats to lick me back up. Tumbling over ancient mother goddesses, vibrating moon, breaking bicycle, mothers uncle with a headless chicken and riding crop, cracker jack explosion clown panties prolegy sunflower girl mood goddess crying laughing inspired futurist breakdown bicycle for two no four no eight. I open my eyes and the sunflower field is the same. There's diamonds in my mouth and blood between my legs and I am happy.