Sick of creationist sex or else STUCK LOOKING FOR MY FOREVER LOVE
It helps the people know. Thursday is not in charge
it beckons and walks
holy oily roller, abject
The principle value of the object is its being-in-the-world not sustenative
we bought seeds we tickled our lovers right on the belly
Think I’ll push Horace in the river! Haha he fell in the river haha!
[One voice which is spirit over body]
Our cups we left them in the garden, we didn’t bury them, they were presents,
they were known.