| I havent fucked much with the past, but Ive fucked plenty with the future.
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| Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls Ive
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| caressed.
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| A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of helen, is my pleasure.
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| I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the p.a.
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| Some nights Id surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net
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| sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.
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| The lights were violet and white. |
| I had an ornamental veil, but I couldnt bear
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| to use it.
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| When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil,
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| and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy comanche lies beneath
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| this netting of the skin.
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| I wake up. |
| I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
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| I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. |
| in heart I am a moslem;
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| in heart I am an american;
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| In heart I am moslem, in heart Im an american artist, and I have no guilt.
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| I seek pleasure. |
| I seek the nerves under your skin.
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| The narrow archway; |
| the layers; |
| the scroll of ancient lettuce.
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| We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
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| He spared the child and spoiled the rod. |
| I have not sold myself to god. |