like getting rich and shit. linking thru the aether to chocolate and cigarettes. when instead of losing my, _federal aid_, i slip silly simple, into you. like all i want to do, is lick heroine off your nipples. i _ and _ i end up feeling kind of wrong. is this difficult for you, to know, understand me lush. from brandywine nervous before the testament, to be proffered, bares my arm. brandished my muscle like some charm, some bauble of socketed elbows creased. fist tight, plunge yourface into my veins, and then i sigh, releasing it./ desire for truth, am i student or a lover...