and love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
exhibit A: badass bouledogue.
today i nearly drowned myself on the stairs leading into the sea. hypnotised by parasailors. a jug of water tied to my ankle.
there are banana trees in the yard and geckos in the bathroom.
i have so much manque it's killing me.
last night: first alcohol sampling at the residence of the almighty deputy chief of missions, bob. he hugged us when we arrived, and then sent his servants off to make drinks. he successfully impressed me by offering me a kir, concocted by his very own ivory hands. he was still further impressive in presenting us with his private, fenced beach, and discharging a thick, cynical mock-arrogance that wafted into my nasal cavity and knocked me out into a complete daze.
luckily, there was plentiful wine with dinner, and when i was presented with the main course--a chunk of fowl disguised in a mystery sauce-- i was drunk enough to force myself into compliance.
"the same matter i'm made of! it will be just like eating myself!" i thought, as a perverse and wicked grin thrust itself across my protesting face.
"i am an animal, i kill and consume. i destroy. and especially, I RAVAGE."
i expected a coup de nausée after ingesting half the breast of the beast, but i seem to have survived for the most part.
flupuhouhgdxiuchnk:.
mary rose resembles the penguin, but red-headed and republican, can you imagine? she was like a sponge involontarily pressed against me in the car, her speckled shoulder an inch from my mouth. i had a terrible, terrible urge to lick that revolting rotund protoplasm, or maybe even sink my fangs right in. i stared intently and uncontrollably at it, so close and juicy and disgusting until my eyes crossed and a feverish shiver shook me out of it.
i am sick, sick, sick and this was a bad, bad, bad idea.
i passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
the camellias, magnolias and azaleas so sweet
and i stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
you looked so beautiful in the rising heat
today i nearly drowned myself on the stairs leading into the sea. hypnotised by parasailors. a jug of water tied to my ankle.
there are banana trees in the yard and geckos in the bathroom.
i have so much manque it's killing me.
last night: first alcohol sampling at the residence of the almighty deputy chief of missions, bob. he hugged us when we arrived, and then sent his servants off to make drinks. he successfully impressed me by offering me a kir, concocted by his very own ivory hands. he was still further impressive in presenting us with his private, fenced beach, and discharging a thick, cynical mock-arrogance that wafted into my nasal cavity and knocked me out into a complete daze.
luckily, there was plentiful wine with dinner, and when i was presented with the main course--a chunk of fowl disguised in a mystery sauce-- i was drunk enough to force myself into compliance.
"the same matter i'm made of! it will be just like eating myself!" i thought, as a perverse and wicked grin thrust itself across my protesting face.
"i am an animal, i kill and consume. i destroy. and especially, I RAVAGE."
i expected a coup de nausée after ingesting half the breast of the beast, but i seem to have survived for the most part.
flupuhouhgdxiuchnk:.
mary rose resembles the penguin, but red-headed and republican, can you imagine? she was like a sponge involontarily pressed against me in the car, her speckled shoulder an inch from my mouth. i had a terrible, terrible urge to lick that revolting rotund protoplasm, or maybe even sink my fangs right in. i stared intently and uncontrollably at it, so close and juicy and disgusting until my eyes crossed and a feverish shiver shook me out of it.
i am sick, sick, sick and this was a bad, bad, bad idea.
i passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
the camellias, magnolias and azaleas so sweet
and i stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
you looked so beautiful in the rising heat