Saturday, July 16, 2011

lick her fingers

On the plane, the stewardess passes me and I want to lick her fingers. A man with a limp and I am suddenly in love with him a little bit. I think about his penis. A girl shopping at the markets, I imagine her nude despite the snow on the mountain.

It certainly isn't spring but for some reason my body is responding to the bitter weather. This sometimes happens. Yesterday I was so down I cried for most of the day. Today I have a headache from the crying and an urge to undress the wait staff. Swings and Roundabouts.

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