I had a nap in my new red sheets and dreamed of kissing you again. You left your wife and chose me. It was a small memory of how good your mouth is.
But you were still soiled by your marriage, and the taste put me off of you forever.
This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.
I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.
I had a nap in my new red sheets and dreamed of kissing you again. You left your wife and chose me. It was a small memory of how good your mouth is.
But you were still soiled by your marriage, and the taste put me off of you forever.