Nancy (whose picture I just spoke with on the back of the toilet) : I am still unsettled My life is still unsettled– disorderly– tempestuous and proceeding absolutely no logical course. At its worse, it structures into odd and various forms of alienation. At its best orgiastic endearment.
January 2nd, 1973
January 2nd, 1973
January 2nd, 1973
Nancy (whose picture I just spoke with on the back of the toilet) : I am still unsettled My life is still unsettled– disorderly– tempestuous and proceeding absolutely no logical course. At its worse, it structures into odd and various forms of alienation. At its best orgiastic endearment.