There was a time, Shayana, when I wore my era's equivalent to your dreamcatchers and rebellious T-shirts. I had aspirations. I was giddy with my own sexual power - a simulacrum of power fed by the illusions of youth and a type of wan beauty, but power of a kind nonetheless.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Better Living Through Plastic Explosives - Pg 58 : Floating Like a Goat
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