Your next-door neighbor was always crying. One afternoon she stood in the grass cutting her hair, which vanished as it fell into the thick of green things. In case you’re wondering, I have a web cam. People pay me to have sex and then cry. She brewed herbal tea with leaves from her garden, mint so sharp it brought tears to your eyes.
File under: books that shook me to the bone.
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Hello, you. This is a scrambled mashup of whatever catches me at the moment. The intended purpose of hoarding these odds & ends is to enliven, amuse, jolt, intrigue, & otherwise move myself-- & anyone who may be passing through.
Also, I write here: dirty laundry, & maintain a sex & sexuality-themed blog here: debaucherie. Come visit!
