She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful oblivion.
PlaymatesNo other foreskin could have caused such trouble.
Rag and Bone: A Journey Among the World's Holy DeadOne senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene.
Travels With MyselfThe number I had for her didn’t work. But in this depression, could you blame it?
This Book is Not FOR SALESo you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.
Touched with Sight