It’s in the wind

Walk with me today, I beg. I feel as if there are corpuscles of sunshine, even though the day’s light is grey-filtered. It’s all bought and paid for, no? So come, if you please. I hope you are not afraid that I might tell you secrets kept too long, and all the reasons for a […]

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That’s the spirit

There’s no one to adore it. Too hard-shelled and prickly, I guess. Transgressions bought and paid for. Still, there are soft surfaces of want. In the shower, (hotter, hotter), there’s that brain stem shiver. White-eyed, photogenic as an actor’s orgasm.

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