Tuesday, March 16

This is what I always wanted. To write something that is not about you or me or my pussy. To write something that is not a pussy story, a pussy novel, a pussy song. To write something that is pussier than pussy, pussier than it ever has been. To write something that is something the pussiest you've ever seen.

Come here, little pussy, come here to eat. I hold your arms and hands safe in me.

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