May 3rd, 2009
devious brown sugar
The happy man is the hollow man.
As my lips parted without a hiss, my body was transported into another realm for an incredibly brief moment. The sensation made me tremble slightly.
It isn't an orgasm. En passant.
The purpose of being. I have differing opinions on what validates us. Then again, what's valid may not neccesarily be true or not fallacious. Deception, if executed cunningly, is valid. Sentiments, however twisted and (morally, socially or commercially) unacceptable, will always be valid because they are what the only thing we can be sure of.
