Monday, September 13, 2010
I Algorithm
Momma's fingers in my mouth. Getting the dirt out. Watching her hands as the made dinner. Waving her hands while she tells a story with a new voice for each character. Falling in love with a girl and putting our tongues in each others mouth. I put my finger in her and she puts her fingers on me. Watching her write notes in the library.
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