dead cat bounce
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The squish of mud between your toes; how would you live your life as a frog?
Rather the squish of my neck in amplexus? B/c what, if not the biological imperative, is the purpose of life? So I sink through a slurry of egg & sperm, through a generation mostly doomed to end as food before ever tasting love; while my paramour still clings to my limp form, exuding his precious genetic material onto my gelatinous progeny & the aforementioned mud.