what had she said what had she understood it wasnt clear so many gnomic verses and yet it left behind a kind of sense of what shed come for what shed come to ask
its hard to tell you i have to think to work out more about it
sabras hand was resting on her pussy rubbing erect the little nub of pleasure yes that was good that was the way to do it the kisses travelled lower tela gasped bucked and started to come in her lovers
ontology – which world do I inhabit?
epistemology – what is my place in this world?
if you can’t form new memories
you can still manufacture synapses
in order to discover where you are
to find out where you’ve been you have to be more random
eschew all features of design
open your heart to whatever pours out