The muscles, the skin inside my mouth feels like someone’s genitals. Maybe my own after a dream of you. Wet, soft, but muscles tight under the skin. I’m drunk. I make a face at an Asian boy in a polo shirt across the room. I want to dance.
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Daily Archives Thursday, February 2009
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I started the week wanting to be happy. Halfway through the week I thought I was falling in love too easily. Even though it was buying me nothing, getting me nowhere. Now? I’m giving up. I’m savoring the opportunity to find every girl I see to be beautiful in her way. Violins, Mr. Caulfield. Violins, [...]
