gruesome analogies for love (or, sleeping in beds with girls)
“it was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive hideous constraint as if i were sitting with the small ghost of somebody i had just killed.”
this - from an enlightened pedophile - is the same specter that was reading over my shoulder for so many months. the one that i exorcised in the elongated shadows of the late afternoon, the one that left me grinning under a down comforter.
it’s obvious, because my list starts and ends with ‘drowning in a well.’
this - from an enlightened pedophile - is the same specter that was reading over my shoulder for so many months. the one that i exorcised in the elongated shadows of the late afternoon, the one that left me grinning under a down comforter.
it’s obvious, because my list starts and ends with ‘drowning in a well.’