Monday, 1 December 2008

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My subjective consciousness desires your subjective consciousness. They must meet, touch, merge, tear apart, make love, fight, consume each other.

2 comments:

Mad Cat Lady said...

Okay. Your subjective consciousness can bring the subjective condoms and the subjective jam and my subjective consciousness will bring the subjective baby oil, subjective peanut butter and subjective rubber chicken as long as your subjective understands there are no subjective strings attached to the subjective encounter.

drodbar said...

Oh, those Australians!