oh, many times. many woods. no pun intended. a curious phenomenon.
was leaving a few nights ago, taking the gravel road behind the dulles mail facility (my chosen relative shortcut). littering the road beyond recognition: hundreds of independently and somewhat neatly ripped pages of photographed flesh on flesh. nuggets o’ porn. likely JUGGS, from the… copiousness, let’s say.
i drove on, never completely stopping. but i slowed down. i cannot tell a lie.
a day later, all gone.
best,
mkg