William Fry

9.6

My nose, christened by a small love that blooms, a wilted rose petal brought from necrosis and rigormortis by lust and love and sex, the sticky wonderful wetness of newfound joy, an amniotic state. What could be but this: a childish prodding, youth and the outward finger jabbing into the unknown. The wild known unknown, found loneliness, my absence from existence but a commodity of my lacking. The immediacy of a full life lived found in the reflected light of this aged sage. I am not worthy. — 8 years ago

with Angela and Emily

William Fry

9.5

Let me be up front, I like you. Okay? I know we just meet and all, but you, you send me to that place, that unidentifiable, that hole, that flushing of the skin, that unknown; pleasure. I know, I know, I know. You are thinking it's just your looks. It's just your perfume. It's aesthetic. It's lust. It's fleeting,. Momentary. A pathetic attempt,. An act of desperation. Let me say, in my defense: I'm not smitten easy. I'm tough, cynical. All brick and mortar. Hard edges and despair. But you, you are the real thing, my dear. I'm sure of it. Just one touch and I'm done, love at first blush. You can do what you like. Go join the rest of the party. But I want you to know: your taste well be on my tongue, your full unbridled attention will be mine, before this night is over. I love you. — 9 years ago

William Fry

8.1

William had this 9 years ago

William Fry

8.8

Solid. Like a wall. A separation from the stagnant mundanity of modernity and the beatific; what may be proffered as a superlative, a runoff on our otherwise tepid, humdrum existence. The binary leaves me aghast, isolated in my liberation. The shackles shed, stark naked raving mad on this elixir from morass, the deep seated acknowledgement that life is much too short to not have elegance this divine break me out of my boredom and remind why life is worth living in the first place. — 8 years ago

with Emily and Angela

William Fry

9.7

William had this 9 years ago

William Fry

9.0

William had this 9 years ago

with Angela

William Fry

9.1

William had this 9 years ago

William Fry

9.9

I drank you too quickly, my love. You, the embodiment of all that I desire: a soft mist on a grey day, a light wind at an hour in the morning when most of the living cease, an empty road, an open question, a filling in an unknown hole that's been gaping wider by the day. I could try to describe you, you the impermeable, but words can't meet your nose in the night and Eskimo kiss ideas into the abyss of night sky. Just know, we will meet again; it will be as good as it as was. I won't let you be the one that gets away.

As I pull the sheets over you I wonder if I will ever know what love is again. — 8 years ago

William Fry

9.2

If the swelled bellied orange marmot sat squat atop the cranium of a bellicose, belligerent human representation of a malignant tumor hasn't got your disposition a bit in the dumps, please pass on this wine; you obviously lack the qualities of a thoughtful human being and should stick to wines marketed as domestic dispute. For those of us who prefer life in varied tones, who revel in the complexities and nuance intrinsic in existence: find yourself a bottle of this elegant rose. Subtle, but present. Profound, yet humble. A profile of elegance, an example that all the ugliness vomited out into our lives cannot deny us our simple pleasure in life. — 8 years ago

William Fry

8.7

William had this 9 years ago