boyhood (Remove filter)
It was, and always will be, 1969
The fluorescent screen in our lounge,
Mirrored the bridge’s onboard viewer
Gaining a look into unfamiliar fictitious worlds.
We encountered both friendly and unfriendly aliens.
Pointed ears, blue faces, or lizard-like Gorn
Occasionally, it was all just too much
After all, I was only nine
It wasn’t Dr Who scary, but it was close
They whisked us weekly across the cosmos
“...
Thursday 23rd March 2023 7:28 pm
don't hmu.
youre a good little girl,
he types.
youre submissive arent you,
he moans, over text.
he expects a beguiled,
blushing emoji in response.
what he gets is three dots and an empty silence so loud he remembers what he is.
a greasy teen (21 years of age).
a lusty manchild looking for another child.
he tells me im a cute and submissive girl,
with luscious milk bags.
...
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