Monday, August 23, 2010

Paris Keychains

In the summer, we walked around a lot. So much so that our jeans tore because we didn't know how to be weary so they'd wear out for us. And afterward, when the sun had or hadn't gone down, we'd lay in bed, and suck each others' genitals despite the wetness of blood and sweat. The nectar of the body was always sweeter in summer, and there was always enough to last us.
Till the next day, at least.

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