Late-Night Black: My late-night thoughts are black and delicious. I want to let sexuality and creativity roll up to the surface, spill over. I think of getting a tattoo of a raven in flight, across my chest, across my heart and ribs and cleavage. I think of taking a tab . . .
Certain posts, like this one, I'm not going to show everyone. It's like the stars on the girls' nipples at nerve.com -- you need premium to get rid of the stars. All you have to do to get premium at Sea Changes is ask. Maybe I'll say yes.
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