Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

I’ve never been as much of a slut as I could have (should have?) been. I've never known why. I just never did all the people things I knew I could have.

My brain is terrible and broken, but somehow—just as I remember where I purchased nearly all of my 1500 books and 300+ cd’s—I remember everybody I’ve kissed, male and female (Insert Shock and Awe Here) and all the circumstances, and everything that those moments remind me of.

I wonder how many of these people I'll end up writing about.

For now, for the first, I remember E.O.

benjamin
Listening to the Razormaid remix of "Soviet Snow"...now "True Dreams of Wichita" - Soul Coughing

PS – Quote of the Day? “I'm wearing a skirt and your wife's shirts.”