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BABE WAKE UP NEW IMAGES FROM THE KICKSTARTER DROPPED

just because i want to be killed with a rock doesn't mean i'm a bottom. just because just because i want to be suspended in the fluid—with tubes, cables, catheters connected to my body by means of electrods, needles, insertions—just because i want there to be several individuals at terminals or with clipboards and bic cristals observing me behind their thick glasses and lush tresses obscuring their faces partially with their stacked leather heels softly sharply striking the cold concrete floor of the facility doesn't make me a bottom. JUST BECAUSE nanomachines diluted in the fluid are stitching up a wound in my side while my hair undulates .. wistfully.. . just because equipment is lowered into the tank with me guided by the low whine of servos—listen: just because my hips are drawn on their own, wistful like much else of me, to the smooth ridged tip of the machine doesn't mean i'm a bottom okay?

Normal clothes? Pfft! I dont think so!

Someplace unfamiliar

with every step. 

I move further from this earth. 

This being ive become. 

clouds once looming over head,  

now just a haze someplace below. 

That place. 

One I never knew and will never know. 

Could never know. 

With every wish Ive held my breath. 

let down. 

Im running out, t 

urning blue as that very color fades from it. 

Those calming words you spoke to me. 

That calming voice, 

bringing sanity. 

as there once was… 

again nothing will be. 

Prolonging pain. 

Inducing change. 

a short glimpse at clarity. 

The night provides the day. 

fire, the beauty of the flame. 

And the ashes, 

the perfect place, 

a clean slate.