“go on,” i whisper as i unfold my hands towards the open sky. a single fuck escapes from my fingers, soaring gracefully into the cool air. “you’re free now.”
my last fuck has gone
i have nothing left to give
Reader Genevieve saw our awesome Geordi street art from the other day and alerted us to this cute Darmok and Jalad related thing she saw at the New Third World Lounge in Philly. She notes: “Presumably this depicts JLP after he removed his suede jacket, but before his grey uniform undershirt was ripped by the alien beast.” Good eye, gurl.