
I was making love with the one who got my virginity. He had a jeweled garden embedded in the center of his chest. I can still see the perfect itsy calla lily amid the profusion there and still feel him. I'm going to die like that.
If in your travels you meet the Buddha, throw him through your tv set.
—Davis Fleetwood
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