desire, high heels, red wine.
understand the slavery of sentences [...] breaking out of control shit like this the critics say women writers have no control over our sentences give us an inch of white space and we charge off like a bunch of lesbians forgetting who invented the line that proper restraint would keep our looser halves from violating poetry with repetitive multiple orgasms repetitive multiple orgasms taste sweet as spilled wine to my lips [...]a sentence is to an orgasm as a line of poetry is to a caress of foreplay ???
And so for day 341
20.11.2007