For
sweeps do I pose nude—assuming even I "occupy" a nude to portray—as seen by eye—
I,
II,
III—do I worry about men hiding in bushes—jumping out—on me—do I stop this longing shit—unclear! unclear!—a love object—the temporal problem—of diet, stone and air.
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