I have looked all over the place. But you have got my favorite face. Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass. And your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub's bare wet ass.
I was flying into Chicago at night. Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke. The sun was setting to the left of the plane. And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow.
I'm so far, so far away from it now. That it seems, like I may never know how. People stay in love for half of their lives. It's a secret they keep between husbands and wives.
Hey, Liz, what's in the box?. What's in the box?. What's in the box?. It's my little voice of self-doubt. . Liz, ATO will never put this out. You won't be washing dishes in this town.