"no thousands of myself" from Clips of Desire

'Tis Pity that unsteady against incest were old men with long foolish and vainer tales in awe,  people shimmer and glow utterfly it isn't soft and attractive,  how much longer let me seem more like a glass and pours to put out and runs down with goat-like time it is,  TV and strap feeling insulted yet more experience with take shapes pubic bone humping the table like shrugged buzzing of choral pining away for the tunnel slowly into body,  no thousands of myself I murmur over me and jabbed per pore it seemed like in its attack on the deep inside face versation about tele CD on time was imagining me literally and figura you dirty little cream boi tasy for years,  one night in the ammunition arms splayed into the pain relief plea you imagine a lacy reporter come to do a lured down thumbing his her way wearing pearls we’d pull out of slip them one by oh,   book on safe demptive formu even lifestyle in power that makes romantizing of queer xuality that idealized as likely to save tasmatic burden announcers her haps the last most dying for value to redeem those briefs to come off,  ild amental yet has to be homo traction with clusion it love their moth mouth primer that is if two,  struggling to anchor a shattering that was veiled and not all subjected to it anyway to return to my initial exam adopt a passive posi more like an obscure exhibitionist’s career to fetch success but stayed alone today and still I’ve licked both and filled the gaps left as services designed a new elite sector condary status situation first traction of torical facet alysis is not the mark,  gets too near the thing nothing else than a paradox which is pleasure on edge, the mattress stuffing when we are not divided from the chain lies in the facts at the leftmost point of intersection 

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