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Futurama Fanfiction Drunk and alone, Philip Fry ran a tear-soaked hand through what little remained of his once vibrant, wild, and handsome hair. He slugged a deep, drawn-out third of the cheap bottle of Lobrau and then set it down on the table by his beanie bag seat. With a sigh as heavy as the weight of guilt pressing down on his shoulders, he snatched his TV remote from underneath his pet Nibbler's immense furry gut and flicked on the flatscreen that took up a good three quarters of his apartment wall.
An advertisement for Mom's Robot Oil cast its blinding light throughout the living room, and when Fry looked away to let his eyes adjust he saw the reflecti
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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