I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed....
I have no guilt.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
He spared the child and spoiled the rod.
I have not sold myself to God.
On July 08 2010
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