For a while, I've been looking at this couch.
No way will I make an odd fetish my selling point. That couch though.
It's making me feel something in this height of all this couch hyping. It looks odd, it looks bizarre, this couch body is making me feel things unbeknownst to what is before.
What is before is that I really, really like couches.
Like like, it too much, is that a fetish? Out of boredom? Out of spite?
Yet out of all things, there's this middle crevice that my fisheye buttons cannot deattach from.
Yet I keep gazing, with ideas.