Monday, September 20, 2010

You're beautiful

I knew you, I knew you
Oh mother, I knew you

And here we are today
With the needle in the groove
Going towards the black lips that kiss

Old gentlemen sigh softly and whisper "Damn" to one another as they pass themselves in the street dressed as a fine young woman with subtle skin and perky breasts.

When will this end, I tire. What force has called me forth from the great rest, the great abstinence?

Tell me ancient once, o secret masters give me a reason... not to answer why, but to answer... am I gay?

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