A Strange Thing Happened to You
Remote in death, you
become platitudes. Perfect -
not the friend I miss.
become platitudes. Perfect -
not the friend I miss.
posted by Rex at 5:51 PM
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
About Me
- Name: Rex
How personal would you like to get? I'd like to find out what's behind the pants, myself. More explicitly, what color panties are you wearing? And how long have you been wearing them?
Previous Posts
- To Gianni
- Ceremony
- Eggshell Vanity
- You Watered My Wings
- Note to Future Self
- The Beige Asian Bayesian
- Beach Shoes
- Upon Refusing My Rite of Passage
- Cardigan Sweater.
- Nepotism
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