Parentheses, oysters, nudes, drinking in the afternoon, men in shirts, the taste of money, train stations, counting with coffee spoons, sun through blinds, blood and salt and hormones and oxytocin and spittle and oil, flowers for free, dinner parties, symmetry, maths, suffering and love and the thrill, of under me you so quite new.
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
so apparently I have a need for post-rationalisation of my life. I already keep a diary. I guess this is just one other way of doing that.
I've always loved this poem. It is a wonder
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