December 2006
3 posts
Rabugento, chagrijnig, surmulen.
There are a million things I wish I could say, breathe at the corner of your eyes, but it’ll have to wait. I am not ready to say these things, and you are not ready to hear them. It is all one very harmless sensation, which cannot be described for the time being. It is not being talked about. I want to explore you. Orgasm with words, voices, fingertips. let’s shiver for more than...
Paixão
The way trees are shaped and the way they incline, with such great force, was always a mystery to me. I appreciate trees. They are to be respected and kindly touched. Strong plants. Significant, massive crystals. karat should be the unit of measure for the fineness wood deserves. Fuck gold.
Prime Times at, well, you know... Prime Time
There’s this man named Marcus who comes in quite often, only drinks Grand Marnier on ice and worships the Nike swoosh like it’s a goddamn cross, “Cuz I’m the kinda guy who “just does it”, (in reference to the Nike Slogan “Just do it”, specified for the mentally impaired) he says. Today, he claimed being able to sense when women will be on their...
