> rocket@silverhaze.eu @spinach@awoo.space

GARAK: How thoughtless of me not to consider the effect the destruction of my homeworld would have on your business. These must be trying times for you. Be brave.

there once was a fellow named Yorick
who could, upon feeling euphoric
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three types of erection
Corinthian, Ionic, and Doric.

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#DZY

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up and down, it continues, no sound except the dry leaves against my tail, by now i've learned to be quiet, up and down, i've takin in the last, my throat pulls, remember to breathe, i stretch, i am, i'm tired, i've made my private place, under brush, to sleep and be stretched, until i grow, i go to it and down and down and down into sleep, fat and lazy, the odd twitch along me waking me, i quiet it and i breathe and i breathe and i sleep.

jaw popped wide and still over this final unbroken bone on top i move up and down, when was the last meal this size, walking my teeth over rapidly cooling flesh, up and down, loosening my coils but not too quickly lest it fall and that's fine but i like to keep form, up and down, and i'm past its chin and its neck and the rest will be easy except where i feel myself stretching to take in my quarry, up and down, remember to breathe, up and down, marching my teeth down torso, waist, leg,

tired and weak as i am still feeling the press of my body against itself, skin creaking against skin, sliding tighter and tighter, pressing in every direction, in one direction – inward – until the pop as something slackings that pushed in one direction – outward – and every direction pushes less, the air wrung out, the fight wrung out, the life packed tight into this envelope, i slacken, my own muscles popping as they loosen and i hang, just enough to hold my treat, i slide over,