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Juice

Brain, heart, and skin all electric all conduits to awareness. That kind of electricity flows outward. Eyes reflect our electricity. The mothership, the flesh and bone, the organic innards, they all work for the cellular transference or storage of electric energy. What is my point? When I say: you turn me on, that we are plugged into one another. I mean we are all power points. Hot stuff. Of course we can either recharge or drain. Friction may occur, sparks may fly. Dear electron AC/DC unit you galvanize me. Beware though, electromagnetic waves of love or any other high voltage passion can lead to unwanted ignition - please be sure to wear a thick rubber soul.

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