poetry, chemistry, love... heresies
a bunch of fucking heresies
give me flesh... young and tender,
the taste of it slipping through my tongue
let me sink my nails in it, grab it, clench it
Nietzsche, Dostoievsky, Sartre
they never got enough of it
always needed more of it
flesh... Have you ever tasted Blake?
I've tasted flesh...
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"Have you ever tasted Blake?
I've tasted flesh."
....
Beautiful mate!
(podias substituir Blake por Milton)
cooool!
not too young and tender. nowadays you'll get arrested...
flight? booked? when for?
esta treta não tem um "gosto" como no Facebook?
Gosto
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