Of Fucking and Fleeing   I do not need the residual bullshit of whining Will you call me’s, nor do I believe in the transcendent lies of I’ll call you tomorrow’s. Mine is a nature that learns from past catastrophes.  Names are irrelevant.  Sex is my church. I confess I enjoy sinning, giving myself to…

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