Empty bladder and intestines. Freshly showered and oiled, preferably with jasmine. Rain against the window pane. Warm, plastered against the two I love more than anything, eyes closed, forgetting all that exists, knowing I can let go of everything, and being aware of nothing. . .except love.
Oh, that sounds so chick, huh? I can fix that. I can add one more sentence. . .but I don't think I will. After all. . .
I DON'T GIVE A FLYIN' FECK!!!!!!!! SHOITE! I'M MAN ENOUGH TO WEAR A LEINE TO ANKLE LEVEL!!!!!!
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