family
cars
Orange VW
Yellow Toyota
Sky Blue Volvo lincoln town car
Blue. Light, more of a sky or a baby blue. The seats were a richer, more royal blue, with what felt like a velvet that went wrong. The rough sensory touch one feels when directing velvet in its unintended position. When it was hot, it was especially scratchy. Upon close inspection, the velvet was but small spirals of fabric resembling a black womans pubic hairs. This velvet too, needed protective clothing.
family cars
plastic
Plastic, not the degree of absolute sequasciousness, weighty and mildly malleable plastic covering, designed by rows of ¼” dots. Upon first look, one might become giddy, believing this to be a vehicle with an already installed activity, something not as common in the 80’s. The covering over the backseat resembled a bubble wrap. It looked as though a roll of bubble wrap had been used to protect the velvet pubes. Alas, the giddy would quickly deflate once seated on this facade. The bubbles were mere designs and offered no true popping action. I declare this statement as each bubble, by various phalanges, thus following true research design. Other variables include how this bubble facade, was pressed.
experimented on
Carefully, I studied a chosen circle.
Experimented on. Carefully, I studied a chosen circle.
Pulling the skin back from the pad of my fingertip to reveal the remaining nail of my comping technique. Carefully and with precision, I would encircle the perimeter, using the face-lifted fingertip pad, to apply pressure to the middle in an attempt to release the pressure of childhood and pop. Once the circle had been completed, the middle of my fingertip was pushed down directly in the middle, thereby releasing the pressure from all sides and allowing way for satisfaction and fulfillment through this freedom. The bubbles never popped. Facade. Fake. Like a fake orgasm-nothing to provide this orgasmic release. When bored with the circles, I stared at the seatbelt.
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