The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Love comes out of like.

If, and it's a big if, my mother wants to have a relationship with and calls it love, then I have a requirement. She has to read through the other site. It's ME, raw, unfiltered, with no one in mind.

If she doesn't like it, then she doesn't like me.

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