"i have a theory

that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours."

Never deny desire. Not once. Always go to the garden and the kitchen. Whatever death means, the large white cactus flower still opens in the evening and floods the air with lust and hot wet loins. The mushroom sauce on the corn mush will calm no one, either. 

That is why they are better than words.

· 11/2/11 · Reblog