Tuesday 2/05/2008 12:50:00 AM

If I were anyone at all. More in any way than fated outlines drawn awkwardly on empty pages. Then maybe I wouldn't try so hard to be what I am not. This false concubine seducing nothing and everyone.

If I were as young as I were then I'd tell myself to watch out for old men. Old men with money to spend and no one to envy. I'd warn myself that lies are just truths trying to make us change our minds. In some strain of reverse psychology that only makes sense when you're fucking strangers.

Arguing with the hours as they search for their underwear. Knowing they are right.

It's all just cum and saliva until he shuts the door. Then I see all the things we forgot to take off.

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