A good day, a good fuck, and a real live stock bug could pass for tonight’s poem


I am just an eye wide open, lost in a sea of nowhere. I have no idea who has been eating from my Adam’s apple, but I guess it must have been Newton, since the things around me have a tendency to go down, lower, beyond my reach, beyond my control.  Posted by Picasa

One Response to “A good day, a good fuck, and a real live stock bug could pass for tonight’s poem”

  1. I like this one!

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