Recent Highlights
"She ate my heart like a ham on rye."
"It's not just sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex filthy hard-core unprotected sex!"
"Reflection is the greater part of pallor."
I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
2 Comments:
well little dagger, as one of my wise friends says: growing up is losing one's illusions without becoming bitter.
I only hope this doesn't scar you too much.
Besides, there is always filthy hardcore protected sex...
Mmmm. Tasty heartham on rye.
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