To mouther... You forget yourself if you think you dissemble me without slaughter. You always do. A century (and counting) of lies. I have no thoughts perambulatory or genius. Instead, I streak across in lexicon, celibate in language, and with demonstrations of indiscipline sorely lacking elsewhere . I'm interested, but I'm not obsessed. My mind is impotent and erogenous, but not for you, more because of you.
UN Shanti
UN Shanti
Good for you! Gettin' that off your chest...
ReplyDeleteI learned 2 1/2 new words trying to figure this one out, still ain't sure I got it.
The public face has had a bad effect, but we ain't dead yet.(?)