20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

she keeps the pulpit stage of my heart

thinks about bodies and physical pain a lot. that the most profound existential experiences have been connected to being hit, being sexually thrown about, being held after the storm, crushing my body into yours at a concert in which the only thing we had in common was a coordinate in time and space.

the necessary conclusion is that once we've entered into a physical relationship, you and i, there's no turning back from this unspoken level of relation. there is no place for small talk. if i can't have sex with you, the only other option is to punch the living daylights out of you.

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