“Ah wretched me! I now begin too late To find out all the long-perplex’d deceit; It is my self I love, my self I see; The gay delusion is a part of me. I kindle up the fires by which I burn, And my own beauties from the well return. Whom should I court? how utter my complaint? Enjoyment but produces my restraint, And too much plenty makes me die for want. How gladly would I from my self remove! And at a distance set the thing I love.”
What makes you feel sexy? What makes me feel sexy? What makes me feel sexy is My hands, my fingers, a leather jacket Wearing a dress What makes me feel sexy is imagining... imagining kissing myself
“It is my self I love, my self I see; The gay delusion is a part of me.” The god damn gay delusion Only the fags would understand
What makes me feel sexy is Being alive, bitch Being up in the air Air of the air, heir of the air Once you start going it just happens, right? Going and going around and around Orbits are a lullaby, a glowing rock to sleep A morning mourning and evening call to sleepiness Fluttery eyes, bearable for once The anonymous gaze of desire I know it’s not gone But is that what I want in my bedroom?
We are going to look at each other’s body We have room to spread out and take inventory Hi feet, you have cute feet, hi ankles We will kiss We know nothing, we know everything If we could grasp love without fear we would be an absolute being What is there to know?
Life is remembering yourself You are your own body Your story is there already When the time comes Cums
You can’t grab onto it, the sensation of time Grasping Behind, behind, behind, behind We think we can manage time??
Something about falling in love with yourself Something about romance Are you in love with yourself? I’m trying every day I mean you’re going to die right next to your self Side by side with yourself Something about something about romance It is not definite nor placeable It is the bursting The ejaculation Queerness is permission Close Close Close to the absolute