Thinking and Swearing.

Silvery, decisive incisions, their lining is thin, ever so finely notched. The tumblers, they know it, children, they know it also,...

There are days when I can't think of anything but your electric fur and how it warms my hands -the skin, your skin, so sweet...

are the jewelry box mahogany; their deviation witheld inside the locking mechanism, they hold and never look intuitively. Feather-made...

Love is something I thought it never was, and was something I never thought it could be. It still is.. You see, I was once in love, thought ...

Lemon drop lips, dropped and agape; Jesus Christ, when I arrived, the fruit bowl or "fruit spring" as you called it, was empty. Al...