welp off we go to Chicago for the memorial in a 36-hour turn around drive. the winter of 2012/13 will have been "the year of going back and forth to the midwest ala ft. carrying life and death, with a lot of sex in it".  all that makes me feel truly at peace is the paramount present moment of sex.  I'm a mourning nympho. the bleaker shit gets, the more I want only to fuck Aa's brains loose, and crabbily.  "grief gives you some kinda wicccccckkeeed PMS", he laughs.

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