I think, secretly, you are the head professor in your own ovary school
but youíre shifting glances and your turn-aways
make broken life-spans for the had-it-downs.
and you, your starfucker sides
end up more merchant-storms
than certainty.
Itís more than anyway, you know. [hangup]

2004-10-22 | 11:14 a.m.
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