different states of compromise


devin loosing her breasts among the sheets and sighing
nuzzling into the pillows mouth first
"paris" flavored tea quaffs the ache for paris and
the market: cold hands, warm hips, iceland poppies, avocado honey
new tastes
sweeter and sweeter and sweeter
"on peut aimer plusieurs fois, au moins qu'à chaque fois c'est plus fort." claude lelouche

a blimp glides impossibly slowly through the gray sky, a whale.


kindness, yes. i believe in kindness. but justice? what is justice? each weighs on different scales with different weights. would there be movement in a just world? would this thing run on justice? kindness, yes. justice may just be a platonic form, an image. no, don't sing to me sweet lies about justice, we are all made of meat.