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283. february 12, 2011
A tuber and a radish gaze
into space on separate bean bag chairs.
The term 'vagician' is not really ours
to claim. In the mood for childhood
restaurant fare. Here's where a line like:
acquired a taste for shredded beef burrito in utero--
would go. Don't be too impressed
over the taco sampler order.
Somewhere in the deep past, ground
beef was far more common an argument.
This is a shared depressive experience--
Yes a refill, no salt this time.
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(Trabants at UnValentine's ORG @Lizard Lounge)
Be flattered! A rose bruise from Teej throwing
his keys at you. I don't know what it "means-means"
to him, but it's suitably lecherous in implication,
injury, invitation. . . "I like that
if I leave my digcam alone" (burnt sugar cookies)
"Boobies appear on it the next day."
Are we taught to bumblebee
around one another after a fall? Tauter now,
like a cliché Celtic knot burning into my sternum.
Forgetful-- solo cosmonaut no more. "I looked,
I walked all the way around the building looking for you."
"You look so fAncy." Many things fill
my ears, poised like a paratrooper.
No, just someone nervous
descending into a jazz lounge, for no real reason.
Celtic Scotties by illahie on dA. What can i say, we watched Best in Show the other night...
A tuber and a radish gaze
into space on separate bean bag chairs.
The term 'vagician' is not really ours
to claim. In the mood for childhood
restaurant fare. Here's where a line like:
acquired a taste for shredded beef burrito in utero--
would go. Don't be too impressed
over the taco sampler order.
Somewhere in the deep past, ground
beef was far more common an argument.
This is a shared depressive experience--
Yes a refill, no salt this time.
+
(Trabants at UnValentine's ORG @Lizard Lounge)
Be flattered! A rose bruise from Teej throwing
his keys at you. I don't know what it "means-means"
to him, but it's suitably lecherous in implication,
injury, invitation. . . "I like that
if I leave my digcam alone" (burnt sugar cookies)
"Boobies appear on it the next day."
Are we taught to bumblebee
around one another after a fall? Tauter now,
like a cliché Celtic knot burning into my sternum.
Forgetful-- solo cosmonaut no more. "I looked,
I walked all the way around the building looking for you."
"You look so fAncy." Many things fill
my ears, poised like a paratrooper.
No, just someone nervous
descending into a jazz lounge, for no real reason.
Celtic Scotties by illahie on dA. What can i say, we watched Best in Show the other night...