does anyone remember xanga?
THERE IS A GOD!!
don’t be down in the dumps.
fingers pressed against my chest and my back concave chest pressed against my back, your body, baby i like it’s hows and wows and i want to to to sigh in relief, that your presence is known, in my room, on my bed, on me, whispers and fingers pressed against my chest and my back concave.
I love the dark handsome guys w/ their skinny little ties dressing mod looking out of sight I love to watch them as they cruise w/ their pointy leather shoes wearing shades in the middle of the nights Defines Italian style by only his decision I love the speedy little cars the hip coffee bars the sleek women in Positano
because i love you)last night clothed in sealace appeared to me your mind drifting with chuckling rubbish of pearl weed coral and stones; lifted,and(before my eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly your face smile breasts gargled by death:drowned only again carefully through deepness to rise these your wrists thighs feet hands poising to again utterly disappear; rushing gently swiftly creeping through my...
worst 14 minutes of my entire life.
Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again. Sam, do you think there’s someone out there you could love as much as your wife? Sam Baldwin: Well, Dr. Marcia Fieldstone, that’s hard to imagine. Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: What are you going to do? Sam Baldwin: Well, I’m gonna get out of bed every morning… breath in and out all day...
don’t worry, i don’t know how to live without you either. remember?
lodged into my chest
the two most powerful sensations.
i had a dream i bashed your face with a book when i caught you outside with another girl. your face was gone. in spite of everything which breathes and moves,since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds -before leaving my room i turn,and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow,dear where our heads lived and were.