Tuesday, 18 May 2010

David

The hungry boys do not understand that no matter how hard they kiss or fuck or punch, I will always be more hungry. Their hands shape into fists which are sometimes friendly and sometimes dangerous; but I am far more dangerous. The boys do not understand that if I invite them in and lay down beneath them, I am always somewhat bored, regardless of how vehemently I feign a gasp or a groan. They do not understand this because they have been brought up to seek blind, aggressive ownership of everything. The secret is that I was raised that way too. This town and these hands are as much mine as they are theirs.

3 comments:

  1. 一棵樹除非在春天開了花,否則難望在秋天結果。..................................................

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  2. 外表往往與事實本身不符,世人卻容易被表面裝飾所欺騙了 ..................................................

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