Hoeing Songs... (OR: Music from the Field...)
I am verile.
I am a pretty, young girl; full of ambition and aspirations.
I smell pretty.
I'm sensitive and fragile.
I like to try on attractive clothes, and imagine the sure embrace of my first man; wondering when I'll meet him.
I like to watch myself in the mirror, and pretend my vagina is beautiful summertime spring, gushing with nectar and nature's juices.
Sometimes I lie on my bed and dream of a strong, kind man with large hands who will take me away to a place where we can make love and laugh and be happy forever.
Maybe have children.
I love flowers, and blue teddy-bears.
Then I realize; wait, I'm a dude.
What the fuck am I talking about?
I want some fucking nachos.
-J
Goddamn.
I am a pretty, young girl; full of ambition and aspirations.
I smell pretty.
I'm sensitive and fragile.
I like to try on attractive clothes, and imagine the sure embrace of my first man; wondering when I'll meet him.
I like to watch myself in the mirror, and pretend my vagina is beautiful summertime spring, gushing with nectar and nature's juices.
Sometimes I lie on my bed and dream of a strong, kind man with large hands who will take me away to a place where we can make love and laugh and be happy forever.
Maybe have children.
I love flowers, and blue teddy-bears.
Then I realize; wait, I'm a dude.
What the fuck am I talking about?
I want some fucking nachos.
-J
Goddamn.