Thursday, April 10, 2008

Love is made out of thousands of little kisses. Once you make love, (out of these kisses) you can build a giant spiky heart out of them to sit on, because you love being stabbed in the ass.

2 comments:

Jamie Bougher said...

You requested a translation to my poem. It's in the comments on the same post.

http://reformedpatriarchywhore.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-posie.html

Jamie Bougher said...

hmm, full link didn't copy...

here