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
1 comment:
Good for you! Gettin' that off your chest...
I 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.(?)
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