Anguish is the universal language
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.
... 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.