Anguish is the universal language
... It's the rareGod who needs less stroking that a rockStar or poetician ...
Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward whatlooks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.
It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.