Monday, January 28, 2013

sunday song

Unproductive day of rest.
What to do, what to do.
Gay blow-jobs and boar killings.
Repetitive thoughts all day long, all night long.
Never trust a brothel owner who loves your wife.
150 shades of absolute nothingness.
Light at the end of the tunnel.
Dinner with the new 'family'.
His warmth.
His warmth.
Late night trip home.
Echo of his warmth.
Unplanned nap in the train.
Ellie.
Home bittersweet home.

/P.

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