Conversation as intercourse. Intercourse as commerce. You know somebody’s getting fucked. I think it might be us. Ad copy tattoed on our lover’s forehead, and we’re so inured to it that we don’t even notice anymore. We’re trying to make love in the middle of the marketplace, but we’re just getting screwed.
LOVELY RANT: Lomans not shamans (Stavros)
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I’M NOT SHOUTING