Farm Porn
posted by skander @ 6:59 AM
Friday, April 15, 2005
"O India. How calm was India? All starving and god-drunk and spattered with dry excrement. When I was there long ago, I felt the moon of my inner non-being was at full. The smell of magnolia remembers me supremely."
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1 Comments:
Those two tractors kissing in the first photo has my blood pumping!
I think I might have to go lay down!
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