Doom is always possible. Death will come. Maybe even prison. Whatever fears will be. But the sword can be evaded. Continue sending tales of black gay girl cookie eaters. Observations and visions of the world as an Eden resurfacing by melting ice. I need them. You need them, walking your tightrope between the two towers, even though those erections are built only of light, four years ago. The string theory puts us everywhere at once. I am in Manhattan. You are in Turkey Run. Even as we speak. Send requests to me, your favorite radio station. I will comply. Be a top. Demand movies and music from me. Love to William.
Considering the lilies,
Cha Cha
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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