Monday, May 30, 2011

My apartment is

finally ready enough to fuck in. I could evaporate in here. I could set up a lab. The insides of my elbows are sticky, and the little bit of muscle at the base of my spine pools sweat. I don’t know what to say/document/publish about what’s happening. I don’t know and I can’t keep from crying this out.
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