Time is the Saint and the Prostitute.

I chase it shamelessly, and then I squander it not even so well as in dark little corners on low, enjoyable things, but rather in sterile, sloppy, hazily lit rooms, on stuff and nonsense, no deeper than my cat's love-bites on my fingers.

You know, those other ladies were right. It just isn't seemly to be ordinary in a place like this. Posey electronic box. My time for you.

<<agé chose>>

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