…aching to sniff and suck cunt. every pretty face that’s where my mind and senses go, and i think i’m flashing this with my eyes, and I’m assured — no, inscrutable. my pineal gland is squirming to be soaked in yin yoni scent and spirit. someone wrote to me today and said, i can’t think of you and not think of that.
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