Thursday, July 11, 2013

Shoulders Slumped on a Sunday Morn





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“Here is the gossip: Your Body is a parlous Engineering of Beauty; the Way it Disburdens its Relation to Martial Gravity while Uplifting the Skirt of its Carnal Brevity; Thus: this will be my one Final Attempt, to Give your Body, Itself, a Divagatory Lashing and Whose Ruptures will pound throughout my own Body in a Tragic Trajectory.”

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