Monday, March 22, 2010

Great tasting

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  1. The bicep, rinsing now, we followed all afternoon, to set our stroke in sprints, heeding it to take the coxswain's cue and cut it into tenths of a second; feather, catch, slide. Five hundred times, the lift so smooth above the fleeting screen, it poured away. There never will be words.

  2. I would tongue lick the first one until he melted in my mouth

  3. Damn, Lucien! That calls for some syrup!


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