The bright, white taste of snow tin foils cards at K-Mart.
posts from taste
I have a particular recurring dream. I am in a threesome with a paranormally beautiful woman and a copy of myself with whom I go to great lengths and pains of pleasure to create a multitude of singular sensations for all. So deep into our craft and lost in its delights are me and myself, […]
The smell of rust flavored grass sand not yet glass A dew through hair moved by dubbed wind matching my musk Bare knees absent mind unkempt thoughts not kept Two eyes look back miss each other and keep going We are All Right.