Although he would not remember it, when Lucien was born, the first thing he saw as he peeked over the edge of the world was Madame Lessard's bunghole.
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Although he would not remember it, when Lucien was born, the first thing he saw as he peeked over the edge of the world was Madame Lessard's bunghole.
"I like insensitive questions -- haven't you figured that out yet?"
"Inside my soul I have a fountain, in case your guilt should wish to drink..."
Nights get me. Neons or not. We sit amid our particulars but they are good as gone in the dark that washes through the front window smothering what little light we might have saved up for ourselves during the day and making for a silence that is peculiar to electric things and glass shelves.
"Why did you cover up the mark on your cheek?"