her five year old pussy
greta garbo hairy legs
"sexy my sister rape"
smoking.kissing
"wife's sister" fuck story blogspot
april 16th rape + wear red
assia wevill's daughter was mute
bastard sister of vivien leigh
body meets dress, dress meets body and becomes one
brother maddly wants to fuck sister
calf sucks mans dick (*frances farmer note: seriously? that got you here? oh wait i remember)
frances fucking
frances torture scene
gravel in my menstrual flow
free sister talking dirty to brother while he fucks her stories
harpers what a pompous shitbag you are (*i love that someone googled this?)
i saw my uncle screwing my sister
i fucking woman farmers
jean harlowe sucking cock
my sister died and is now a ghost
zelda fitzgerald wrinkles
*and John and I sit here and discuss this, and I think, what makes people type these words into a search engine? A form of disappearing writing. Sometimes searching, sometimes just, as John says, beautifully, a call out into the void, a search for one's own desires. When my mother was dying sometimes I would type in "My mother is dying." Why? I don't know. When my mother was dead sometimes I'd type in "My mother is dead." To whom? Who's listening? I am listening, "Jean Harlowe sucking cock", I am listening. Oh, my glorious community of freaks, gather around the freak fire.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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