Sunday Jun 06, 2004

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well, well, well.

i can't seem to get your smoky voice out of my head this morning. cast iron. comfort like gray. cracks when raised and makes me want to pinch the freckled cheek of your belly. pull a plump kiss off that bottom lip. see into your eyes from nose length.

cheers.
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whiskeyfightpit:
Yeah, the saved will trip on the fact that tapioca can dangle Tuesday till the fillies get the flap. Between you and I, the shit don't settle till the T-Bone gets a salten enema outside a Pakistani asprin factory. For fucks sake, of course.
scopitone6248:
I'm diggin' the hell out of your new...personae. Keep it up.

Right up.

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