Tuesday, November 08, 2005


from this fish

"...the night before, I'd managed to snap the heel off my shoe. Limp. Limp. My perfect shoe. They were like sex on four-inch heels, those beautiful black pumps. If, you know, the sex was really painful and consistently rubbed all the skin off the knuckles of your middle toes."


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