the night is decrepit. tempus, fuck it. i needed to know, now, i know. come closer. justice for the nonce, meng? cor, blimey. quiz me on vices, orthodoxies, proprieties, o seed of love! the pier is rotting, your pretty feet, a saving grace. banish me to the realm of letters, imbibe regret with every oxfordContinue reading “IOU”
