Showing posts with label Bound in Boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bound in Boston. Show all posts
Friday, April 30, 2010
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- Someone once asked me what goes through my head when I'm in strict bondage. The answer: Nothing. It's the only time it's quiet up there. I mean unless it's a scene with impact or something. I've never been able to meditate, but when I'm bound like that... I am at peace. I've never been freer than when I'm strictly bound...