Sunday, August 29, 2010

Lingering Reminders

"I'm too stale to eat breakfast, so I smell my fingertips"
From "Tuna Fish" by Emiliana Torrini.


My face has the feeling you only get from being ground into a man's facial stubble.

My mouth tastes like cock.

My fingers smell like sex.

........... this doesn't ever happen to me.

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