Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

False Start #13

I suddenly fancied myself a wise truffle hunter, and I spoke these words: “You know the secret of love, lust, and self. You are a hunter; the pig is lust; your love is but a truffle – precious and easily consumed.”

posted by ferret at 8:16 pm  

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