Nothing feels worse than feeling right with you, she said, eyes to the floor. But I kissed her anyway, corner of the mouth where her lipstick smeared. She started to cry, then she slapped me. I said, try that again. See what happens. She kissed me back.
beautiful dream, yr my fucked up dream. beautiful friend, yr my only friend.
My eternity is in love with the productions of time and now the busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
-Willy Blake “Marriage of Heaven and Hell”