no thanks to you, darling ones, i did not make fat piles of cash at the horse races. in fact, i made no piles of cash. it seems i have lost the magic. i used to be damn good at picking the horses. now i am sorta tired and a bit sunburnt. i would pay mad piles of cash if one boy would come over and read to me while rubbing my back until i fell asleep. then he could just slip away into the night if he wanted. or he could curl up beside me and listen to me talk in my sleep.
(Visited 24 times, 1 visits today)
And praytell, would you whisper the secrets of the universe?
so what should i read?
Age/sex/location?
clearly you should read from jeanette winterson’s “written on the body” or peter pan or lee young-li’s poetry or high fidelty by nick hornby or the kama sutra, i am easy.