When I go down
I go deep
And I’m not sorry
Darlin’
That you’re not
Gonna sleep
Call in
Month: May 2011
Upon arousal from fantasies of bush
When I go down
I go deep
And I’m not sorry
Darlin’
That you’re not
Gonna sleep
Call in
the stick
This is a twig. Take the tip and scrape it along my vertebrae. I am built for this kind of life. A bundle of nerves can be removed. I can lift you off if I feel the need to.
the stick
This is a twig. Take the tip and scrape it along my vertebrae. I am built for this kind of life. A bundle of nerves can be removed. I can lift you off if I feel the need to.
old car
Sometimes I think the kind of life I want is not a life for anyone but me.
old car
Sometimes I think the kind of life I want is not a life for anyone but me.
man
Cats trust me most when I don’t do anything at all.
In my crazy man head I imagine myself as some sort of hybrid, but then I see that I have no horns, nor tail, nor hooks on my tongue. It’s better for everyone I suppose.
man
Cats trust me most when I don’t do anything at all.
In my crazy man head I imagine myself as some sort of hybrid, but then I see that I have no horns, nor tail, nor hooks on my tongue. It’s better for everyone I suppose.
I don’t mind losing grip on your hips,
When your hair is s’damn lovely.
I don’t mind losing grip on your hips,
When your hair is s’damn lovely.