acetyleneeyes Uncategorized August 8, 2015 1 Minute I drink from your gash I spread your naked legs I open them like a book where I read what kills me. Georges Bataille (via wordsnquotes) Source: wordsnquotes Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by acetyleneeyes View all posts by acetyleneeyes Published August 8, 2015