A song, a voice
Of course it was in Maine. There I ate my first crab, sucked my first’wait, second cock. Stared endlessly at the expanse of infijnity for endless time, for what felt like eternity
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Destructive Anachronism
Musings of a 33-yr. old writer of fiction and assorted commentary, eternal student and bibliophile, Arsenal fanatic, polyglot Germanophile, Democratic Socialist, feminist, Unitarian and staunch advocate of LGBTQ+ equality. Let your freak flag fly.
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