Delicious All Day

Your Body, Actually. for HC. There is only so much content at hand. and life has become very straightforward. One option unfolds another: touch me and die. Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally. Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,. hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets. and inherited imagery. No other replies needed. We are living in a post-sacred age, so it's official,. nothing is sacred. It's official: leather pyjamas. Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn. deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture. How many rugs were pulled from under us. And will we know a burning platform among. all this interference, this life of soft graft.