The times, they are a-wet. And they will get wetter still; hairier still, sweatier still. They will be loud, and they will be quiet. They will whisper, and they will gaze. They will be blindfolded, tied, and freed. They will push the boundaries, then lick them sweetly, then consume them. And still they will be hungry, still they will be wet, still they will be hairy.
Nadya (via Stanislav)
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