I figure the word
sex
is never really
that
sexy.
So-
do you want to
keep your eyes closed?
Do you want
me or just
something
like it-
What are you going to do that’s
surprising?
Will I
even remember
you or something
like it?
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The first photograph was taken in 1822, after which Susan Sontag wrote her essays until her death in New York City in 2004. She was young. She didn’t know sex until she left America.
Her son later published all her journals, only transcribed.
Between your head and the holidays, drinking during the week can turn you grammatically off. So soak those depressed and cold poems in your head in your whiskey and turkey juice, sir.
This is what we talked about all day Saturday at the gallery if you missed the workshop- it lasted four and a half hours. Everyone that was there has tattoos in the same places- mine says Susan Sontag was here.
Your adverbs are always too much, babe.
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