Hugs which avoid direct breast contact, how my favorite people encourage a kind of social weirdness in me. Strong feelings of being a turnip.
When you leave your bearable job and intelligent, creative, attractive lover, remember that there really isn't anything better than this. This is all that there is, always.
It's important to not believe in a lamp burning for you or anyone in a window somewhere.
I know that no one will call me home.
05 October 2008
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