tromperie mcdougall Sometimes I think I’m deceiving you, making you think that I care about you as much as you care about me. Sometimes I think other things about you. We spent three and a half days together this weekend. It was Picasso mixed with food and films and water; my bed is where we blended it together and in our minds is where our concoction is stewing. I practice deception when I’m thick with desire and attraction and feeling particularly sane and sober. 070731 what's it to you? who go blather from