Looking forward to something happening: Apparently not! Apparently no, yes, very tall women still have a remarkably hard time finding men to have sex with them more than once; but apparently not, no, latter no longer claims as once that they are castrated and never fuck anything anymore in order not to have sex with the very tall woman again as once. For instance, could — young lover with a dormant demon, right? Loves and loves and loves, girl and boy, until one day the dormant demon, which he told her would one day awaken, does, and hurts the young woman, hitting her on the way out, and she finds herself another place to go, and he finds within himself another place for the demon to sleep, to repeat again later if he could, but does not. Like Miami could in blue hair drive through the night, confidence rising in the rabbit roadcrossing like a sun to noon, but being midnight Miami crosses a rabbit on her way to see if a young lover is some where, dancing with some women, oh, two, three feet taller than her whom has been loved so many times. Oh Christ nailed on the cross roads let her get there on time, if any time! It hopes to happen again but doesn’t now. If anything moved then one would have to move the worst. If anything went one would go the most badly through the narrow halls in fleeting footless footing place to place if either former or latter were that. Like it is now but to somewhere from somewhere: going to work, going to come, going to leave. Sindel could break her arm trying to do a trick on her scooter. Next day she’d have a cast on at school. Kitana would imitate her rival’s behavior, fail, and return to class unbroken. Nope, Salem releases a mixtape, Insane Screaming Nightmare Claire listens; they release a new album, she does not, that’s all!