Women are such
beautiful enigmas and I find myself @ a loss for words after thinking about
her.
Her
. . .
I wonder if
she’s masturbated to the thought of us sexing the lightning out of the energy
we spin. Too bad I can’t ask her ~
for obvious
reasons of course . .
. and neveryoumind.
Time to switch
gears n’ go be worthless for a while.
Maybe think
about her the rest of the night while I’m trying to kick this needling confusion
outta my head.
Victor Millan
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