Press your genitals against this erotic, surreal picaresque about lovers in a brightly bombastic world. “I saw how the twine curved around the bronzed cheeks of her ass and I felt like weeping. Instead I tied my shoes very loosely and smirked.” A kinetic visual novel, because choice is an illusion.
A lewd visual novel, surreal and comedic and linear, prone to erupting its various eruptables.
“Our mouths were like lone Cheerios in a vast bowl of milk, attracted to each other by that force of breakfast mystery. Our limbs clung to one another’s limbs, intermingling and socializing, until we became looped within our loops. When my cock entered her soft liquid cunt it was nothing less than the moon falling into the knot of its intended orbital compulsion, than the wind siphoning through the impeachable peaceful palm of the hollow mango. Etcetera laughed like Christmas morning, and I laughed, we laughed together, for we realized at once that all the afternoon was unreturnable, it was non-refundable, yes: the afternoon had been sold to us without a receipt.”