A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Indigo
"Indigo. Indigo."
Is that what she said? Ingido?
I think so. What is she talking about?
"I just need to feel your mouth.
Please. I'm being a baby. I know."
I don't understand her.
"I know."
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