Flying Butt Covers!

Dec 05, 2005 02:43

You'd never believe it, but it's 100% dreamy. Excersizes in futility can possibly outweigh the tremendous jakes that we sustain daily. Am I being jaked? Are all these coincidences meaningful? Or is it just random happenstance, cross-examined by causality, shaking the bars of the inner monologue. If St. Gunther can do it, a boiled lamprey can do it. I'll always remember what he said to me. "It's not as if its going downtown."

Little kitten gloves on little kitten hands, and Socks the cat doesn't do much these days. He spends most of his time lying in front of the fire place, staring off into figurative space. Nearby, the liberal-run media launches more ships than Helen, and is twice as beautiful. Perhaps when Zeus gazed upon her, he was wounded by cupid's arrow. The Media was beautiful, perfectly sculpted, supple. It had many forms. The most powerful of these guises were illusions that caused longing or wanting, with the tantalizing salivations that accompany something slightly out of reach. Every time some kid jerks off for the first time while watching music videos, that's another soul for Media. She has him, imprinted, his first sexual partner. Her golden-rectangle body has made an altar inside his mind now. The perfectly melodic syncopation of her voice is a lullaby, enticing him to meet her in the sea of dreams.

Now 19, now 31, now approaching 50 and divorced, its the only lover he's stayed faithful to. In the waking world he is a cuckhold, but he floats through love in the dream sea.
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