’tis a gift to simple (2)

August 15, 2008 at 7:11 pm | Posted in pictures, tshirt, writing | 16 Comments
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existence itself is a miracle

(at my age)

gingaTao!

alternate hands

August 13, 2008 at 5:16 pm | Posted in writing | 14 Comments
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Well, I did what I did and I done it as well as I could said F. gently balancing his glass on your tummy and kissing your nipple like tasting a strawberry. My goodness, you are beautiful. How has everything been while I was on my travail? The old man still around? I’ve got something for him, an old Chinese Puzzle Box I picked up in Shanghai and then went silent as his mind slipped away and his hand traced the soft line on the inside of your thigh. Hah, guess what, I saw that piano player you used to tease so. He was guarding a door to nowhere on a slowly sinking ship of fools still fiddling with that strange jazz of his, slowly into a sea of words dissolved, became nothing more than a space between two soft folds parting in an admission of consent. He sighed.

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