Sunday, January 30, 2005
In the Voluptuary
Marked down on the list, she's in. On stationery, on whatever, on hides. What angles could be played softened to organ music, everything's going to swim in curves for years and years-- perpetual motion played out without agenda. I'm recruiting for my voluptuary. Around around around around around and around the way, hey.
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