Posted on June 2, 2016June 3, 2016it is well that we have met… How odd, I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words. — David Foster Wallace —
Posted on April 11, 2015April 11, 2015the beginning and end of everything… Making love with you is like drinking sea water. The more I drink the thirstier I become, until nothing can slake my thirst but to drink the entire sea. — Kenneth Rexroth —
Posted on August 12, 2014August 12, 2014sometimes much nearer… Sometimes, it’s so simple: I just want you to fuck me. (And now would be a good time to start.)