Wednesday, January 19, 2011

you can sleep when you're dead


Eat my face. I want to give you every part of my soul. We can write it down in books. We can crave it like bad drugs and then we can write about it more over printed text and on postcards and overpriced letters. come here. undress me. read to me. sing to me. worship me. I need it.

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