Asphyxiation by Thought
A travel blog of sorts.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Modern Poetry.
I realize more and more as I fuck along my existence that sex is poetry between bodies.
Every interaction I have is beautiful. It means something.
Even if it only means that something for two minutes.
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