Monday, 25 March 2013


"I remember when I shook against you. The flavour of mouth. We are animals meeting an unknown breed. The reek, the size, where to find the right softness. Against this door, coiled into each other under the brown and white cloth. Trying to come closer than that. A step past the territory."
Michael Ondaatje. Coming Through Slaughter


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