You're in the back seat of the car sleeping, soft as thirst while I drive into oncoming traffic. You wake up and ask me to lay down with you.
(Morgan Garrett)
Friday, November 1, 2013
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Abstruse discourses on esoterica, travel, violence, text from songs, prophecy, real pain yours and mine, fetishes of the religious and sexual variety, heresies, profanities, life everlasting, theosophy, love letters, essays on ancient religions etc by Zack Kouns esq
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