Posted 10:15 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2002
Have you seen my blue spatula? But she was not dead yet. I am a dinosaur who is too confused to plug in a desk lamp. There’s a Chinese person in the kitchen. And bring all tubes to bear. They sat in luminous body stockings in windows lit with a pinkish glow. I was afraid of geese. You must say words as long as there are any. I’d fix it but I don’t know how. Sunshine wears a silver gown. My feet are resilient. I like my slicker. The scene concludes with an erotic disrobing session. I’m better when I move. The Brians piled on for no good reason at all. And works with loving hands. And my heart is a small helicopter. I’m always going to think there’s a better tile in Portugal. I think he kept blaming the horse for everything. Fortunately for all of us, Galileo ate that telescope. The plumber fixes the pipes. My little man’s an idiot. The mushrooms were slippery and strong. We don’t negotiate with elephants. This is still a suitcase. There is no new curtain. Every week she brings me a new hat. Reality is a staircase leading nowhere. I’ll start crushing food in the morning. Pudding is not sexual and I can’t move my neck.

Posted 7:30 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2002
Finland is a good country for fishing. Shadows creep like fishnets up some dame’s thigh. Don’t you think it’s about time that somebody started kissing somebody? Lesbianism is a splendid thing. Why are people saying each other’s names? I love him and he loves the hat. She had exhibited a good deal of lingerie of a quality not often seen in that part of Wisconsin. Please accept it before he describes the ribbon. This towel isn’t even hot. The motorcycle and I are trying to sleep. Totally nude and covered in chocolate. I want to sleep on a bed of breasts. The elephant drank seventeen bottles of shampoo. Business is very food. What do we win if the tongue is there? You have thirty minutes to move your cube. I’d call it a precocious schoolgirl. Old barbecue restaurant and a barbecue restaurant in a metal star building. The greatest event in the history of the tree has come upon us. Why is this in my head? Are you grabbing my elbow? I love the way you eat gravel to help you digest. Do I have to have something that jumps up? Consorting with the devil about chicken bones and beans. The toilet saved my life, and not for the first time. So forget the second igloo. And black tights, her thin blonde hair stuffed in a ponytail. That would explain the lobster. Maybe it should be the outer thigh. You are people who know nothing about making toasters. And start saying ugly things about your candy.

Posted 12:59 PM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2002
All the day I am an object of laughter, everyone mocks me. Fine towels are friendliness. The squirrel wasn’t going anywhere. For some reason I have to be in a certain mood to eat lettuce. And indeed they did, in skirts, pantyhose and high heels. It is an exercise in sexual physics. Three lesbians on a dangerous mission. Does anyone hear me complaining about the breasts? That’s pretty strong rust. I think it moved. He doesn’t have to see the pole. You could ride a walrus to work. There’s nothing like a Spanish dancer to take the paint off. That guy hates raccoons. I am the florist who is filled with mood. You can’t hear a pod. You preferred to be a lunatic. She’s wearing beige hosiery. Those shoes look Canadian. My daughter likes my chicken neck. And he finishes with a plum. You may be liable to be knocked down without an option. I saw the long seam of her stocking as she leapt for the tailboard. Your natural enemy is a lemon. What was sensible about a budgerigar? I can’t get this blasted pair of tights out of my beaker. And the horse sneezed back at him. And she won’t even give you a tumbril. Obsidian tastes of licorice. Gently glide your weasel.

Posted 12:59 PM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2002
Would you please kiss me? Please don’t ever take my shoes again. Please enjoy a fish anus. I’ve been trying to buy a girdle for five years. I must be turning into a god. The farmers gave each of their turkeys little leather boots. Goats keep putting it off. Either that or an impatient owl driving a car. That hill is so large. Music becomes languorous. They will be dust but will be dust in love. Lousy try Brian. If you love women in tights, you are home. Upsetting local badgers and sleeping policemen. No time to lose. The contrast of the white in chocolate is stunning. I saw the black bra. I’m talking about taking it out and chopping it up. You can’t push the ocean. A raccoon, after all, is a raccoon. That beard has been retired. Some marginal documents at the foot of the elephant. Is this a musical table? My hands submerge into hearts. I thought lying would increase my chances of finding out about the nipples. But there aren’t many catfish left here. The size of the head was determined by the size of the oven. You must lead a charming life. When was the last time someone was murdered with a tugboat? Her ointments have done wonders. Well, earlier I was a swan.

Posted 12:59 PM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2002
I am not imagining a butterfly. If you wear a black skirt or dress and black shoes, wear black stockings. The long happy beach is charming. But she is beautiful because you love her. That looks like my old toaster. But what about monkeys? Now he dances to bring her back. And you’re driving the monkey to the airport. They’re nice on trees but not on walls. He didn’t come anywhere near my tabloids. This dirt has meaning. Do you have any grapes? Pretty soon we were smearing her nipples with soup. What rhymes with dog? The look of a garter belt with the ease of pantyhose. My favourite things are garter belts and stockings. I wish I hadn’t been able to kill. Then he looked up to the sky, and his eyes turned blue. It’s about the size of a small pebble. Old guys becoming pandas. I think the sandwich is probably a good sign. Is it okay if I use mayonnaise? You sing some song to she. After that you take the girl’s clothes off. Two strange little creatures who seem to be arguing over what to do. Why does he stare at your breasts? There’s no better feeling than thick warm tights. And then I saw my cat wearing underpants! I am entangled in a love affair with two coats. How about an electronic olive? And I’m only a piece of wood.

Posted 12:59 PM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2002
Squeezed out of a cow? A magician wandered along the beach, but no one needed him. The one with the red fishnets and the black vinyl top. It’s the absolute stocking top truth. You can really taste the goat. One hour later they find their keys in the toilet. Stand by for more honey. I thought he just liked the room. For it is love that I desire. I use habit and routine to make my life possible. This is false reflecting. I followed your napkin. Why are we surrounded by squirrels, and what do they want? You slap the chicken around until it has a glazed look on its face. You are my special possession and dearer to me than all other people. I know things about pigeons. I know how to yell. My son was playing it with a piece of cheese. That leaves only seven more humps. My other friend couldn’t taste his peaches. You stay here and guard my sandwich. I’m searching for a large goat. Yoko jumped over the fence. Why did he have to say that extra thing? You alone suffice: you fulfill all my heart’s desires. So I stared at her legs in the sheerest silk stockings. Somewhere outside a dog was barking. That’s because there was no ice. My net binds the hornet’s deaf grandmother. I don’t know, but I’m sure it had parents.

Posted 12:58 PM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2002
I just wanted to show you the kittens. Not this but that. Or you know…silk lingerie. He was penniless and highly inflammable. He tries to distract himself with prostitutes, movies, dances and his kite. I see you raised your tongue again. The concept of the bed was simple. Funny thing, love. Her parrots masturbate. I stand behind my fruit. The set of lions in the Sahara is not empty. I restore walls, not pigeons. And teeth can’t tell time. Every night he dreams he’s holding a live fish in his hands. It can sleep in the arms of the killer. I’m somewhere where I don’t know where I am. The breasts go in the elbows. Mistook it for an actual ham. What are you thinking? I can’t go back without dirt. Opaque tights are very sexy. It is a private rod and is always kept upstairs. This is what everyday sex is like, if we’re lucky. Making music seems to me not so different from sex with flowers. If it is you make potato, you make the first potato. Never leave your duck loaded. Why am I looking at six dead cows? Am I responsible for any of these vulgar fluctuations, which begin with unhappiness and end with tea? Has anyone seen the iguana? I am now a perfectly safe penguin. I think that black tights are very nice.

Posted 12:58 PM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2002
When she caresses her nipples she soon feels like making love. My boyfriend pleads with me to show off my stockinged foot. We can't just sit around talking about your ankles. His heart crushes for her. Just once I'd like a parrot to say that to me. With black tights, sexy seams running up to their thighs. I must have fruit. There seems to be something with feathers flashing at us. I would really welcome a floor that is different. A beautiful woman groaning in the storms of her own melee. Ghosts removed their pants for chastened filaments. Stockings, a rubber mask and more. We're not supposed to, but sometimes we go to the moon. They encourage the girls to wear tights or pantyhose. I'm still the ugliest man in China. Your ground is so comfortable. My thumb is fading fast. And I hope she's not on her pyramid. Deep in the dark a kiss will thrill me. It was the only place he could experiment with his cheeses. A person should run only when he's being chased. What about the tights - did you get the red ones? She'll bring her own soap. I wanna tell you but I just can't find the voice. My uncle still has my nose. But they're so beautiful. Am I buying you the eggs or are you buying me the eggs? I am firing pearls at you. Let me be the shy one in your volume. The midget flew off the chair.

Posted 12:58 PM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2002
They are so beautiful and love to wear tights. And here's the best part, we all love potatoes. The equations are drawn in the shape of horses. And they already have their own helmets. Just from another planet with those legs. Something else to see was the top of her stocking tops as she bent over. Your jelly stays right in the middle. As I am now, so will you be. Featuring the same figure frowning in pink lingerie. My mother keeps legless goats. Nude trombone player in bath mystery. This is the cleavage. You may see grown squirrels crying in sadness. Her breasts were my breaths. It teaches girls to be feminine wearing tights and a skirt. You kiss me and tell me you love me. Except there are no dry cleaners in Peru. Even the shade of her stockings has changed to a warmer hue. I think you just got your trees. I have only two breasts. A satin gown slides up a thigh. She also has nice shoulders. You are naked the elderberry still bounces. Something with squirrels, I imagine. Let me massage you with rats. Norwegian people explode if they eat the right food. I'm a terrible masturbator. Stay in love forever. There's a closet behind that secretary. In those days men with the same face shot one another. Do they eat bread in Scotland?

Posted 12:58 PM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2002
The only thing I really care about is my bed. The lump I have is useless. Old wall where sudden lizards flash. She's caressing the girls that are trying to caress me. The fabric that caresses the skin. I have seen the world's most beautiful women undress in ordinary solitude. We're talking about an illegal fish. And one pair of ladies' grey hose with lisle suspender tops. Could the freak be any more vague? The banana sticks to the wall. Boys like seeing girls in tights black or skin coloured it doesn't matter. This is the girl. I want to touch you in an undisclosed location. If they could send a woman wearing stockings who might whisper the word. I see my breasts seemingly inflate and stand erect. It's halfway between a pigeon's feather and the fog. Things get a little more intense. Obviously the gorillas don't come to you. Can I ask you about those boots? I like pantyhose on sexy woman wearing short skirts. I dream of snuggles and kisses and hugs. Kiss me, you’re beautiful – these are truly the last days. I love wearing thick cable knit sweater tights. All in all, it had been a weird, weird lottery. He’s gonna be a fry cook on Venus. Is this your mouth? Poison a hill and make him eat it. Three walls in the raspberry.

Posted 12:57 PM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2002
But a chihuahua's love made me look up again. We still need to get the other two bits. Why is there a towel on your head? Two squirrels are in the yard! Do you want your spoon back? You're thinking of a man with two knives. A brother who wears his mother's clothes. He was pointed towards the ocean and growling. They swung and trembled as she stooped to strip off tights. She was dressed in camels and zebras and goats. Just between that black hem and the black boot - the delicacy of her white stocking. He's capable of locating the gum. Like a lot of other guys I like wearing girls' tights and pantyhose. All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss. Are you not sorry for what you have done to my cake? Stop harassing my wise old yoghurt. No pants and a real tight sweater. I hammer dorsal fins into fish on a daily basis. And she made the camels drink also. Blowing bubbles in milk, smelling a baby. We're gonna learn the names of those green trees. I was never in my life so happy to see a chicken. Rip it like a bodice. Exotic nights should be spent in this bedroom. Underneath the bra is black. I really enjoyed that. Huge breasts on a waitress. Everybody looks relaxed with a shag. The lotus has delighted me for years. A long life eating porridge is best. The main lesbian is in the corner of the room and she's whipping up the milk.

Posted 12:57 PM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 2001
And never to look at another camel. Others compare to pantyhose. Why is he hugging our trash? It's not really a floor. And she wore white tights underneath. Nude bodies twine erotically. May I express enjoyment of my pastry? Her skirt rising over fishnet stockings as she crosses her legs. Let's take the penguin higher. The more you stroke it, the more orange it becomes. And besides, the pig likes it. I'm merely offering you a crumpet. Maybe the curtains aren't that bad. In retrospect I'm not actually sure it was a horse. There are phantoms in this blood. Why does Jesus have a lasso? You can read through a tomato. The soup counts. I'm giving you a raise. Probably of greatest interest to roofing contractors. You must have natural breasts. Contemporary calf, headcap worn. The giraffe is the year's longest eyelash. Is there a black dog in your head? A strange man rubbing your head with a plastic cat. It's great to cuddle in the middle of the bed. There's nothing worse than losing a foot. That cactus is right. A biscuit is the stuff of a madman's dreams. A biscuit always forgets. You'll never hear a sharper China.

Posted 12:57 PM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2001
I spend my afternoon watching lettuce float. A pair of pantyhose has been tossed onto a lamp. It was a duck on a helmet. Some of us are trying to weld. Only when the moon is rising, only in the company of Swedes. It's not my fault if you will be a cat. That flamingo thing impresses me. Your feet are really close to my potato. Let's ask this walking hat. I dreamed I conquered flamboyant demons. I also like wearing girl's tights. I stole this accordion from a blind monkey. She was a lot happier about this in the other room. It's hard to be depressed when you're looking at a giant mitten. This hat is interesting. In that sweet country I'll rest my weapon. Maybe some of the chicken heads will have to explode. My books used to be perfect. One life is a mustard burp. Why did I have the bowl? It's a hemming thing. But it is not a complete kitchen. You will mark the spot. Black tights on pretty legs are very nice. This woman you love is naked. My caterpillar is perfectly hairy. That explains why you were so good with my nipples. Now my testicle's got ants on it. I need somebody, I feel so lonely. It was the most beautiful face I've ever seen.

Posted 12:57 PM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2001
I mixed him with two chairs and a toboggan. But it’s upsetting all the buffalo. I cannot believe you upholstered the wrong thing. Sometimes alone, sometimes with tea. I wear tights in secret but I wish I could wear them openly all the time, they look so good. What will survive of us is love. But she had certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins. She showed me her special stitch. And he also made false teeth. I was happy with my tree. You took all the grass away and filled it with chickens. Nothing holds the attention like a squirrel in physics class. The truth is we came back as a choir. I love girls in a school uniform with tights and short skirts. It’s a woman in your room. Why am I sitting on a lizard? Romantic foreign money rubbing against the thigh with rough familiarity. Like a horse getting choked by a person with really big strong hands. I’m going to make the pig walk. That’s a terrific wing. Five mice went on a picnic. It’s time to release the baboons. Some drawing and carving of wax teeth may be required. That’s nothing but one hour of a waterfall. The doughnuts keep everyone together. Elephants don’t have keys. One by one the penguins stole my sanity. I thought the turtle might be thirsty. The box needs to be higher than his nose. Where will they put all the squirrels? Fly into my saxophone.

Posted 12:57 PM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2001
Water quenches a flaming fire. And corn calling with the voice of a man. Music is as important as sleep. The oranges blowing up, hens had to cry out. Our pants had pants. Look through the red part…if you dare. Don’t ever let the rooster see that you are scared. New socks make me neurotic. I see two almonds touching. Are you going to buy lingerie or what? Invalidates paves resurrection. These patterns are squares but we need triangles. Two squirrels cavort in her cleavage. But take me home with you when I die. Spend it with your lips on mine. I sense unavoidable darkness looming near. A chicken went into a library. Don’t talk about all the popular dogs in the world. Flowers smell like halibut. Alien babies and chickens possessed by the devil. She has visions of naked women and is afraid of a smiling little girl. My skin is silver, my heart all gold. Wonderful things happen to me when I fall in love. All decked out in fishnet stockings and lacy black lingerie with leopard print trim. It rings a stupid little bell. Do women ever explode? I’m counting your shrimps. You kiss my lips and then it’s done. She’s chosen the wrong ladder. I think tights are cool.

Posted 12:56 PM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2001
A fish, yesterday. Girls, legs crossed in their fishnet tights. I too will be the one who no longer walks these streets. And fishnets the colour of Oriental jade. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. It is necessary to take a short towel. And wear nude hose or dark tights. I take off my underwear in other people’s homes. Her breast bounce over his face…her hard nipples teasingly brush his lips. I may be synthetic, but I’m not stupid. She looks fantastic in short skirts and opaque tights. Delivers incredible shape retention. And where do you grind the corn? The pigeon’s eye is orange. My den is funky. The cows hated the dogs. And it’s not your bosoms. She’s most accommodating when she’s in her lingerie. The twins seem to be restless. Lifts his lips to her breasts, still trapped inside that lacy bra. No signed paper can hold the iron. It can be as simple as a pair of fishnets or a pretty slip. I am writing this punishment with a pen. Fanciful lingerie that will glorify my fabulous self. Rocks fill their own shadows without hesitation. Naked – wants to be. Tonight she would dance alone in feral vigilance. Never go home with a dirty tarpaulin. It felt good to be in the car. When I strangled a ballerina. I like to wear red tights with black fishnet tights over the top and a long black skirt with boots.

Posted 12:55 PM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2001
A gift from my favourite crustacean. Well, how big is the pig? The surrealistic mindscape is my pet obsession. This is a cement hole. Wait until it rains and wear it with tights. Those fluid hips, those cars or camels. One day a horse stepped on me. I don’t know Buffalo Bill. His miraculous hand untangled her tights and they came away. And the knife is tall. Even the old stove rebels at the vile trash. My heart has been yours now and will always remain. He parts the blouse, revealing the bra. Don’t dismiss the ships. My shoes are melting. She had on a big print skirt and black tights. My cushion is flat. The animal with skin like a beard. Well, I love fishnet stockings. The dog is in the dogcase. The relative merits of stockings or tights. He especially likes black fishnet stockings with a lacy black garter belt. A severe insult to the brain. One muffin for six women. And they’re baited with custard. Wearing their clothes makes me feel closer to them. Does this uniform make me look pretty? What an ugly bag. The magic fish turn away and cry. It looked like it could run. I’m watching as the shapes are drawing slowly from her eyes.

Posted 12:55 PM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2001
It’s a secret I learned from a rabbit. Good sex is more valuable than the most precious treasure. Stop and be friendly. The wheelchair men want their teeth back. A moment later, the Peruvian is gone. Do not jump on ancient uncles. And the edges are everywhere. She is exploring his arsenal. That is a nice boulder. What’s a crop? My goat is not courteous. The monkey howled with rage when the fox stole his bananas. Stanley looked quite bored and detached, but then penguins often do. How does skin work? Plus cutting correspondence other watermelon. My uncle runs an oxygen farm in Bolivia. It’s against the rules to twirl a sardine. Some kind of pill that makes turtles speed up. Last week they had this elephant. What sort of noise might that pig be making? A perfect stranger tells me to act like a frying fish. We chased them through bramble. And a real arrow. And then the toaster will not work. Her long hair is worn loose over a long skirt and black tights. The cake won’t fit. Sheep stand in the rain. This building is jumping off itself. Another pause in the rocking schedule. You should have bought a squirrel.

Posted 12:55 PM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2001
He invented a rainbow but lightning struck it. Large males are what females prefer. The character’s breasts, for example, jiggle. There are so many more kisses. And watching a naked woman make art from paint smeared on her breasts. And he wanted it so badly. Mud on my breasts. I love the way you can make them float and dance with ease. Even on the floor it’s significant. A dove has gone on a voyage. Or just down the back of the fork. But I would rather be horizontal. Cherish your bear, and your bear will feed your fire. I hope these are your shoes. An arousing contrast of decent black stockings and indecent white petticoats strongly suggesting no drawers beneath. We taste great water great sex. Occasionally I like to help the humans. Homeowners throw dandelions out with the trash. I felt strongly that it was a blasphemy against kneeling. These dolphins seem bent on mayhem. We like to wear tights and show our balls. I don’t think I can go on living my life as I have lived it. That is not a classic penguin. I prefer the way that stockings transform my legs. And twenty pretty girls to carry them down. My head and my same two arms. I gave you a continuous present. Everything belongs to me because I am poor. This must be a stem. Now I’ve got tights that make my legs look great. That’s why I do this.

Posted 12:54 PM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2001
The pages of all the books are blank. See how I look in tights. Then he slowly moves his hands towards her breasts. How could I not love someone as beautiful as you? The little orange France above my heart. You’re gonna punch a kitten later? Move right hand across left breast. More Russian profanities. I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d scream. I have failed in everything I have tried to do. And parsnips taste like parsnips. A lifetime of measuring the complexity behind such an endlessly astonishing face. It’s more about invisible midgets under your skirt. Let’s make it a happy pig. You, it’s you, it will always be you. Now you’re going to think about your tongue. She’s got a small waist and big breasts. He buys her a piano and they fall in love. One of her filmy silk stockings lay in a shimmering pile beside the bed. To kiss lengthily, passionately or lustily. Her arms about me are love. It was a net flung wide, like fishnet stockings. He was there when I had the fight with the waffle. There are no shadows anywhere. This is obviously the bad house. And our coconuts kept banging together. I wouldn’t mind twisting a thing. I know the goose. And tied his horse to me. The spooky rumbling is a distant timpani.

Posted 12:54 PM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2001
An ecstasy that is pure and truly human. Her skirt was pulled up to reveal stockings, suspenders and underpants. Actually, nothing has changed. My cat’s a Methodist. This one’s about to give you glory. Don’t blame the mechanism. When was the last time you cleaned your guns? All I could remember was four tomatoes. Sheer black or green tights with short tops that stopped at hosiery’s waistline. This is not the sea. Why is everything the same? While they are kissing you can see that she is wearing a bra. Wave it at anything that slithers. Bad hinge. I’ve seen this window before. I know you are, but what am I? Every now and then I have to run a little water through it. Are you a princess in distress? It’s definitely in the pot. You did wiggle the pyramid. She removes her shoes and stockings on a hot day. Muffin identification doesn’t mean anything. Orders from the house. Now, where was I? To roll myself towards the yellow stripe. Obviously my pot likes me. This is the Indian of a pursuit. I’m slow and I’m weak. To the right of the two stacks. It beat now only because it could. Did they throw grapefruit at the Jehovah’s witnesses?

Posted 12:54 PM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2001
The crow wished everything was black. Kiss me like crazy. It makes your skin look very smooth, like you’re wearing stockings. I ended up spending the evening in fishnet stockings and a bra watching TV. The church begins to disappear. The kisses were nice, soft and gentle. In the cosmos of the universe, you are the curve. Am I not beautiful in this tree? He pulls off her black opaque stockings and opens her blouse. I think I shall be a woman always. But our love stills stands upright. Sheer but not like you’re completely naked. Here was a girl delicious in white tights. I brought you these four peas. It is also a beautiful spot to make love to a beautiful woman. Nobody has figured out where wood comes from. I will not need a second thrust. And the day before yesterday a penguin. Everything that is normally done on the bosom is done on the back. You just bought yourself a lizard. It is not clear what this has to do with mayonnaise. I wear dresses. I don’t know where to put things. And you’re talking about your poodle. Palm trees move unexpectedly. You often dream of being chased by rabid giraffes. When the nipple makes its first appearance. I go to my love the way I go to the ocean.

Posted 12:52 PM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2001
It is all for love. I got this hug that’s been building up. We’ve got lumps of it round the back. Do you wash your own chipmunks? Fishnets and similarly sexy, feminine stockings are in right now. The stars are out and so am I. Maybe send back my umbrella. The future of heat is the future of cold. They weren’t even my raisins. We made that box. Happiness leaves everything as it ends. Nothing wrong with this Norwegian. Young lovers twine together, naked and rapturous. We saw a flag and then we saw a hat. They won’t learn anything about apples today. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to have oranges. The cucumbers are getting wiser. That moose is on fire. Board aspire band obscene though space message. It’s a slightly effeminate hat. Hikes up her skirts and undoes her stockings and suspenders. I’m afraid I already swallowed it while you were talking. My first memory is green. Cultivate the Switzerland in your soul. Dog in a perfect circle, wow. There’s nothing like fresh powder. Hamlet is everything you’ve ever thought about sex. She had black stockings on and these tight skirts. The octopus lost the nostrils. Wearing pink fishnets in the elevator. Caress toes across neck.

Posted 12:52 PM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2001
It is all for love. I got this hug that’s been building up. We’ve got lumps of it round the back. Do you wash your own chipmunks? Fishnets and similarly sexy, feminine stockings are in right now. The stars are out and so am I. Maybe send back my umbrella. The future of heat is the future of cold. They weren’t even my raisins. We made that box. Happiness leaves everything as it ends. Nothing wrong with this Norwegian. Young lovers twine together, naked and rapturous. We saw a flag and then we saw a hat. They won’t learn anything about apples today. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to have oranges. The cucumbers are getting wiser. That moose is on fire. Board aspire band obscene though space message. It’s a slightly effeminate hat. Hikes up her skirts and undoes her stockings and suspenders. I’m afraid I already swallowed it while you were talking. My first memory is green. Cultivate the Switzerland in your soul. Dog in a perfect circle, wow. There’s nothing like fresh powder. Hamlet is everything you’ve ever thought about sex. She had black stockings on and these tight skirts. The octopus lost the nostrils. Wearing pink fishnets in the elevator. Caress toes across neck.

Posted 11:21 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 2000
Can I have one to surge with? For there were only two windows on the city and the buildings ate me. These are the instruments of sex outdoors. That does it: no more contact with the human race. How can the same street intersect with itself? We do not provide housing for the pigeons. They can save the dying population of an invisible planet by bringing them a chicken. The rustle of skirts, the sound of a kiss. I like your house. Why is that mirror sneezing? If life gives you a lemon, you’re crazy. That is not a door, it is a wall, stupid. I was admiring that colossal shirt. Push the blue side up. Apparently I’m a big whore. She has to be squeezed immediately before she explodes. The ironing is delicious. The dancers were luminous, languid and dreamy. The gun is stupid. A tiger in each knee. Rendered mute as a child by eating a can of expired pineapple. No thanks, I already own a penguin. Somebody want to lose the duck? You are a bundle of energy, always on the go. And the star you fall in love to comes out on Christmas Eve. I love these new suspenders. Rotate my arms 36 times. Don’t throw heads at me. We’re in a tight spot. I was occasionally allowed to feed the giraffes. A nice slice of toast would really hit the spot now.

Posted 11:20 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2000
What’s wrong with nice, thick, black tights anyway? At the moment of dancing, basically we are not thinking. Erotic photographs of women unlacing corsets or rolling down stockings. I think I have to kill a pig. I hope you never die. Have her come to us in stirring nakedness. So I adore you, you and this that you make. Every one of his poems was about his undying love of pickles. People just really enjoy sex. Find me if you love me. I kissed her now, her mouth, her brow, her eyes. These are my boating analogies. Is the item still with you? You are beautiful and you are alone. Where would I find a beaver that big? And sturdy black tights were considered the height of erotic decadence. These guys have a party every day knees sexy. Your arms are four rivers. I’d like to sleep with Nancy. Putting on a pair of tights. My wife has an inner ear infection. I want to fall asleep holding you tonight. He accidentally fell face first into her capacious breasts. The boy is in the yellow house. I’m throwing rocks tonight. The problem is seeing the fish. Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control. (it’s the same wind) across your hot, wet breasts. The rabbit got away. I have my bungalow.

Posted 11:20 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2000
Make a statement with these exquisite leg coverings. My particular acorn is looking at very expensive artwork right now. Open Your Body and Love Yourself. It’s usually warm and sunny in Los Angeles. I’ve walked in and out of so many buildings. Back to you in the stewed glee. You’ve dropped your rock. Take Nancy’s breasts. He believes that breast is alive. Young lovers summon one another by throwing shoes at bedroom windows. And one minute is a long time. Try shimmery or metallic hose with high heels. Chloe pulls off her tights. I kissed you and my heart began to melt. At first her warmth felt good between my legs. I threw a chicken at myself and fainted so I couldn’t see me. Your teeth inside my mouth is good. Are you also divergent, friend? A lavender metallic shoe with a pretty purple stocking could be fun. I was checking out the lingerie ads. Trust me, it has everything to do with the pig. To create the world’s most perfect trouser. Pressed against the wall, her heavy silk skirts hoisted around her waist. Living without you is difficult. For I have seen the nipple on your soul. Little of what we have believed has been true. My lips drank oblivious love at yours. She pops her stockings and pushes her stockings languorously down over her legs. Why is this woman talking about my shoes?

Posted 11:20 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2000
Not to do anything, just to be with you. I'm Gorgeous Inside. An affinity for steel and iron is a gift. There's a lemon behind that rock. Is there a girl in this story? I want large bread. The one I seek is seeking me. And comes to rest in between the breasts of a Spanish cowgirl. But my stickman has a banjo. Kind of mind behind. Sometimes romantic obsession is uncomfortable. I led you here, sir, for I am Spartacus. I've never had a really good pickle. Some seats may not exist. It's time to write the script, already. Even my nuts are frozen. Family in front of rural general store. I took a meatloaf and started slapping the monkey. And you want to be my latex salesman? Almost everything is a waste of time. I am the best skier, having several trophies. Take dead aim on the rich boys. I will hold you in my arms and never let you go. The windowpanes were crying. What's the deal with lampshades? Don’t let their sharp hooves! There are seven levels. And now you have made me the duck. The breasts are impressive. Your room is real.

Posted 11:20 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2000
This chicken should be ashamed of himself. She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero. There's a quality of serenity in Finnish tearooms that you just can't argue with. Them's stockings you're wearing, not tights. I want to be nuzzled. Thank you for reminding me what colour are the eyes of love. The wall just exploded. I was the one getting groped by your monkey. The neck is so much more erotic. Orifice pour crayon. Would you like to take a nap with me? Don't sell that cow. I look over my shoulder, but there's no one following. I am staying put for reasons my heart knows. She keeps stroking our chicken. Worker bees can leave. I bet he's never touched a cow in his life. Don't invert stuff. No wonder I couldn't find Omaha. Pulling her clothes up, wrenching the brown stockings. This lingerie makes me feel. There goes the point. Nothing some money, nothing of Swiss. Tell the oven I love her. Dance; ball; washing; custard; magic ships. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. But the real danger lies with the camels. It's important to have clean money. I've never found anything worth keeping. This lingerie does it for you. The girls are all so pretty.

Posted 11:20 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2000
It turned me into a wide man. You're sweeter than a rose and I want a little hug. The waitress should have taken it back. I'm not made of airports. Tin gets everywhere these days. By the way, I love you. There's no one else I would rather be kissing. I only have one glove. You are the honey in the lion. It's a very long day, the tights are uncomfortable. I wanted to touch you so many times. A whole fish is so much more dramatic. This feeling is expressed in bags. Which was desire to be felt deeper than flesh than can feel. Two tears in a bucket. I have eighteen anuses. He brought his own pillow with him from home, and put celery in it. Nothing here but: I Kiss You. I know about the cups. Are you guys using your jelly? Consider it stepped on. My raccoon had hepatitis. Music is one of those wonderful things that makes life worth living. He would forever have a particular fixation with breasts. He ate green gorillas. This is hitting me where I need to be hit. If I were a tree, I'd be afraid of libraries. And when I kiss you, you'll see yourself what a wonderful person you are. You have enchanted me with a single kiss. Red tights disappear and reappear. The winning egg will be the one that's ready to be eaten.

Posted 11:19 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2000
Slinky thing making faint sizzling sound. I love you because you are what you are. I love pineapple. Kissing my feet is nice. Hurling yourself from a moving car should be a last resort. How can you explain the frame? The fellow who taught me is now President of Venezuela. Or the naked guy covered in breadcrumbs. I'm not a good fish. But the little green wheels are following me. And owls fly out of oven doors. That's just asking for lizards. Exploding thighs she was lipstick in tears. Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife. And this is for coming back. We need a sound wall. You really want to out bags on the shelf. Those hands beneath the silk of my dress, under flimsy satin and lace. Would you please stop doing that with your hat? The pizza spy in the food warmer. I bet they make it home before the pies. We had no obligation to explain the pillow. Sexy wrestler's boobs explode. Love has touched me in a beautiful way. Why are there children walking on my head? Martha wasn't there, so I masturbated in the tree. Don't you like any other bits? You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.

Posted 11:19 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2000
A man without hand is not a hand. It isn't the sex, it's the words. The teapot will not break its bonds. Always speak to a horse before approaching him. All I want now is happiness for you and me. Now I've let myself love you. I can't get any holders for my share. He just likes to wear dresses. Never walk downhill toward a helicopter. You have to drink some of the blue and show me your tongue. Up to their quivering breasts and their laughing faces. None of my children are famous. That bird is crabby. Together forever we shall be. He's trying to buy back a loaf of his soul. Prunes and an unfinished merlot. The leg is soft and hugs the shape of the leg well. Get my brown pants. Two astronauts from the sun landed in my yard. If I was wearing a dress, things were easier. Each boat contained something precious - often there was a small flower inside. And then there's the shipwreck over there. Who told you to put the cheese on? The sad lad falls. Dirty, but popular. Sex is particularly more important than administrative work. Colourless green ideas sleep furiously. We’ll have some breakfast. Unfairness smelled like onions. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Can I hug you on the bus?

Posted 11:19 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2000
She had a deep interest in kinky, perverted sex. What does my daughter have to do with crocodiles? The music I am hearing now is warming my heart. The building will protect itself. Mutual touching and stroking are essential. I'm as sad as a sad Egyptian. The perception of perflection. An entire Irish soccer team. The man put his mouth to the woman's breast and kept it there. What the hell does she want with half a boat? I'll let you out if you’ve made enough saxophones. Kisses on her neck, her breasts through her dress. The sad milkman in love with the moon. Breasts abound, but no more than do women's faces. And then stay in their sexy lingerie. What is a snail's fury? This hotel is full of misunderstandings. Did I have to read something about rabbits having a picnic? Gone to wake up the sparrows. Trying out what it feels like to be desperately in love. Same item appears twice. And real musicians can tell he's playing more from the left buttock than the right. Looking for love, falling in love. They could buy paper and tape it to the wall. Whether they make sense or badger. I'm wearing a lot of hats these days, but I'm loving it. Come with us and watch naked girls dance around. Excellent for making up stories and composing slogans and marching music. Look how square it is. How can you sit there and call pigeons saddles when tall grass saddles the fairies' wings so easily?

Posted 11:19 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2000
Sometimes people will dispute the release. I hope I don't die today because then this horrible diary will be all I have to show for my life. I admire your notion of fair odds. It's about the heart. What to think about when you wear clothes. A natural expression of a man's love for his lady. I've been flying my helicopter naked. Freckle's ugly cousin. He lost his thumb to sugar. I want to know what the hell the blueberry's doing. I love ladies. Those are very vigorous numbers. I get physically sick looking at these numbers. I like the orange truck. Most of the plot tends to be just filler for the story line. This is going to be a shame. Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through. Are we driving through plutonium? My house on fire in the midday sun is more than I can watch. It would have to be the puff. You can only ignore two giant lemons for so long. She knelt in front of him and helped him on with a pair of nylons. The candy house is finished. She's an urban nun and she hates the countryside. They pour the red moth. Chips enlarged to show texture. It's always fun. It would have been so much bad for me. Why separate knob? I have now and again thought about keeping a corpse. Ivory field for hands lost in egg.

Posted 11:19 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2000
Dangling, dipping and playing with high heels, pantyhose, stockings. Pulp couldn't make it across the table. He was playing me like he'd play a fish. My tennis shoes are old. Itchy mesmerising dance. It never made me happy before. Most purchasers could identify the correct usages for the tights. How do locations like the machines? A world of sexy feet clad in shiny pantyhose and silky stockings. Immoral symbol of shameless worship. Invent a dance, bake a pie or throw some in the sea. A wild animal has clawed on leather. We have to be kissing - close. Symbolises the love of the heart. There was a wet sort of explosion, audible for several miles. And walk out with a box of raisins. They never saw anybody go after balls with such gusto. Held your hands to my shining eyes and smiled as you kissed me. The art of lifting her skirt over her ankles. You will not drown. It's more fun than it looks. Six beautiful women will show you their panties. The universe will help me. A pair of feminine feet in black hosiery. I'm torn between the desire to create and the desire to destroy. And completing it with the midget imitating Judy Garland. In the matter of gravy he is adamant. And stay away from those squirrels. Well, it was somebody's arm.

Posted 11:18 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2000
A life without love is like a year without summer. And you'll never use metal utensils again, even though you want to. Only the seven or so lines that defined the frog. And you were just about to blossom. It's a very indecisive omelette. A mosquito who sucks is one who chews. I got no problem with peanuts. This is how Brian relieves the pressure of being Brian. There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses. Did you dunk the spatula? Are they both tangerines? You can watch the whole town turn to gold. A stuffed alligator explodes against the face of the singer. People get tired of the pig. But it did happen. My wife hands these poems back to me with a sigh. You should have more than a few bras in rotation. Let me lick other pens. Controlled floundering is pedagogy. They look exactly like keys. With a twist of lemon. I feel terribly sorry for the goats. I forget what these peppers represent. A fleshy, clear, red lip - something that makes you want to kiss the mouth. China is a big country. It's a good job they killed him. They fly in the water. The sea asleep at night. Women go out with thin stockings. I live by the river. A man and woman cannot kiss or hug if they're not married.

Posted 11:18 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 1999
Soldiers take wilted vegetables. I like to put on something soft and silky. Every nipple, thumb and anus springs from his imagination. I was drugged and left for dead in Mexico. I've been hugged. My troika was pursued by wolves. She is sucking my tongue. My grandfather was a big sneezer. Everyone must put beans on the table. A naked girl exhausted from sex. What killed this dead mouse? Our brains are in danger. I made a mistake. And some old toothpaste from her grandmother suddenly gets terribly cold. I thought we could just cuddle. Man with mutated left arm is fishing. Could you always be sleek and sensual? It's just a building thing. I found a piano. Who's having sex with the hen? But despite the history lesson, she doesn't have his horn. Your grace is totally amazing. I put my plate on someone's piano. What I could smell was a pot of boiling underpants. She can't stop screaming during sex. He had a face like a giant fist. Then all that was, was fair. Life of mine, I love you. Four arms, two necks, one wreathing. Limbs that even flexed nervously in black hose stretched to breaking point. The joy of love is in loving.

Posted 11:18 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 1999
That would be terrific. And swooping down to kiss your head. He took it out. Sheer stockings stop you from leaving the house. Read what I wrote on my shirt. I will remember you upon my couch. Take it easy, be waited on, and have sex twice a day. Nobody is important and everything is a farce. Didn't you hear me grunt when I hit the tree? I should like to try this kiss. The stomach of what appears to be a bear. I had a piece of wood in my hand. (Kiss). Subvert the dominant paradigm. Start with the thing. Our hands tingled when we both touched the same potato. Stockings…Heels…Lace…Lips…Breasts. I'm going with the almonds again unless you can talk me out of it. There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot. Gum would be perfection. She asks the maestro to teach her the unstoppable thrust. Tonight, my love, we'll share a sweet embrace. Carve. The Buddha and Christ dancing on the nose of a bishop. Don't forget to ask for a pair of socks. I live in bed. The fat man and the sprinkler are soon together. We like the girls with the cellophane chests. Hits himself on the head. Don’t you just love that first kiss?

Posted 11:18 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 1999
This bag was just dancing with me. Or once. Is this not a plant? I'm making small paddles. Nothing more attractive than women's breasts. The air will be filled with fur and spittle. I want to hold your lizard. It's my forest too. Let the beauty we love be what we do. The mountain is eating itself. Regrettably he discovered parrots. I swear I adore you, forever live inside of me. I am Jill's nipple. Desire still alight, and hope extinguished. Jam life into death. Grab her and kiss her. I just caught the dismount. Getting lost in you again is better than being found. I'm Uncle Harry and I still have my teeth. You know I'll never be lonely. We have an organist capable of stirring the soul. You have him smoking a Welsh girl. There's a smell of paint in here. She's our mutual Omaha dream. Will you please agitate the bees? You're jealous of me and my fancy dance steps. I feed two pigs in containers. Some candles, a mirror and a couple of squirrels. Must be one of those new doors.

Posted 11:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 1999
These homes are called igloos, but no matter where you live. A couple of days of sex, sex and more sweaty hot sex. Waking up and seeing you by my side is wonderful. Never burn your arms again. Know that in some sense you are already dead. Do you want to be encouraged by the neck? It's half a bra. An array is the thing. Sick geese. A bad day fishing is better than a good day dying. Two makes a wing. I wish I could remember my name. You can get hurt very easily with that submarine. You seem to know your way around women's underwear. The dress came back from the dead. I heard the trees saying something else. That is not merely a duck up on that pedestal. Does anybody have any questions? I've been learning how to light a fire. Putting boxes next to bumpy things. A person and a person walk into a place. I crouched down low and let him have the silver swan in the groin. People are shaving penguins left and right. I am mad, therefore I am. Ready to be and do whatever you desire. The night is upon us my love. Try to be nicer to God. I need some kind of sock or something. I killed my monkey. You will each be provided with a leotard and a spear.

Posted 11:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 1999
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh. A truly devoted man. Touch me in the morning. A lot of people are happy during kissing. Who's got my cat? The brown ones are feet. They were very flexible. You create me against your thighs. It's time to wake up. And here is my heart which beats only for you. Tuesday has no feel. Jugglers don't save the world. But mostly prefers wallaby. I could have missed. Everything will be made of one thing, and love will be safe. Sex goes on and on and on. I'm surrounded by women. The tart taste of lemon is a perfect complement to the blueberries. And these two are my breasts. They don't have meetings about rainbows. There was no salt. To be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. I have sensitive nipples. These girls have been shining all week. Or else what? Love or die. A piece of blue sky just fell on my head. The passionate intimacy of a married couple who have not, perhaps, made love for some time. From up here, this is what it looks like. Nice person in need. A new concept for an exciting sex life.

Posted 11:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 1999
Gnomes chase after Tom. Some people thought it was an ugly plant. One dead fingernail. The fog comes on little cat feet. Everyone has a song in their heart. The waffle pattern is familiar. How do you get a guy outta China? He hugs her forever. How do you get paint off a frog? And the flags were wrong. I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen. I don't know how a fish could eat laughs. Climb back under that cow. Jemima has brought a yak. It's getting easy not to suffer all the time. But then he loses his stuffed sheep and must rescue it. I wouldn't want anyone else. Her brassiere's snaps are in the front. Don't we have a deal with the pigeons? Rounded at the free end. I must come up with a small disease. I'm full of desire for you. This is where I am. I'm so tired of hearing about that tractor. The pebble is a perfect creature. It is important to be lyrical and joyous. It makes the day seem shorter. Her body is a honey bowl. I am not going to apologise to a tree. We could spend the rest of the day on your chin. Trees are the answer.

Posted 11:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 1999
Things hurt, and growing up is hard, but kissing helps. You're getting your fingerprints all over my dogs. This bee wants to kill itself. There are no other guys attached to me. I have your butterfly. Everything happens for the first time. I love you forever and a day - a long, long day. It would be best for men to have sex with more than ten women a night. You are the world. You can paint yourself bright green all over, and dance naked. I'm no seismologist either. I got stuck in your dirty pillows. He takes a dove from her mouth and puts it over her heart. It was certain that there was not a rhinoceros in the room. Look at the raspberry. What colour is blue? It's tough keeping your feet dry when you're kicking in a skull. His fetish for photographing penguins becomes tiresome. The love I have for you I cannot deny. In that woman there's a heart I love. I'd rather kiss a basketball. And before that you were bumped by a lizard. That was some kiss. And reached the wall of underwear. How to have happy spine. I think a trip to Hawaii would really improve our sex life. Boy laughs and computer burns. I cut velvet for forty years. The kitchen was filled with the suggestive smell of hot metal. There never was a dog.

Posted 11:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 1999
A morbid dislike for cleaning fish. I built it for my pig. I love you…I love you…I love you. He chose poorly. The milk was frozen. A look of ecstasy comes over his face at the softness of the bed. It’s certainly got buckets of fire. I wrote a poem on a dog biscuit. I’ve a reason to believe we all will be received. Is it normal for your teeth to make noises? Don’t forget this is all about me. One of them started to lift her breasts in both hands. Lingerie lessons and kissing strategies. Why do voles fall in love? I also like bananas. I saw a beautiful horse grazing with two heads. The thinnest pig eats the finest acorns. I got you in my heart. Missed your kiss. Ants don’t like cucumbers. Love never dies. Get rid of your stupid boyfriend. To stare at nothing is to learn by heart. I find your lack of pants disturbing. But one day he was savagely attacked by two demented children. I’ve seen when my heart wants to scream. We both just saw the same monkey. Someone went and stole my knees. Maybe the housework fairies took him away. You got the instinct of a herring. We don’t believe in walls here.

Posted 11:16 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 1999
Radiant in taffeta and carrying a birdcage. You’re nothing to me. I must be out, or I’d pick up the phone. Have you hugged your horse today? I will always have a small head. If I were perfect, you’d love me. Finally, we can breathe. A handsome Hispanic male cups her breasts with his palms and outlines her nipples with his tongue. This is an example of my shoe. I was born to love music. I was looking at you with a loving smile. Long passionate kisses in lonely places. I’m sitting on a mountain of stumps. And I have a little cow. My bowels will wait no longer. Cutlery falling into a bath and the static from a cheap radio? Please keep your children away from this sign. Touch it, sniff it, rub it against your cheek. She is the horizon and all my thoughts end in her. Borrowing things from my blood. I loved before I met you and I met you just in time. I hope my pony knows the way home. Turn your head and cough. I want to be your foam peanut. Leave the cactus alone, son. The mind is a monkey and honey so am I. Me and Al Capone are the best bootleggers in Chicago. He ends up having sex with her in a cheap hotel. It goes to a mysterious, paranormal lightbulb area. Makes extra money as a flamingo.

Posted 11:16 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 1999
I think it’s gonna go out like an aardvark. This is the key to everything. The girl swung gently in the embrace of the goat. I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus. Punk rock comes to Nashville. Someone keeps moving the orange trees. You are the queen of queens of beauty. Now the dog is prancing in the fields. Love’s the greatest thing that we have. You will hear nothing but music. Father won’t you carry me, for my boat is so small. That table is definitely wrong. The toe of a nylon stocking. How do we get the lizard out of the rock? Some people die and then there’s a picnic. A really big wet bear. You wonder what her pantyhose feel like. Like some huge monster horse balanced on a giraffe. Chicks with bricks and blocks and clocks come. I like kissing that and that of you. Seeking with hopeless incantation for her lost milk cow. When you’re alone in your mind, you’re on enemy territory. The timeless art of seduction. The man who wears gray neckties and is kind to mice. Some lady just handed me a wet piece of toast. Here we hold on to our overcoats. What kind of nut has a shell like this? An octopus looks like a table and chairs. I am the absence of field. I’ve already assembled one kitten. There are scientists in Finland right now.

Posted 11:16 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 1999
All the comedians were happy. If someone offers you some sugar, you should eat it. Your love is my one desire. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. You do not aspire to reach the nose. It can only become stairs. The house was quiet because it had to be. Pardon my rubber. Pets don’t die every year. I’ll be in the kitchen talking to the crab. Even a blind pig finds an acorn. Lost ferret. What happened to the special banana? I love the cows best when they are a few feet away. I’m pointing at my chest now. You got more cow here than here. I wish I was taller. Tender is the touch of someone that you love too much. I agree I prefer the long skirt. A man with a limp, a genius for glass, and too many owls. And the end of the road is a flower which walks with you. I know a girl who takes my breath away. I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea. It crawls around town and tells everyone to eat lobster. Then I would unleash her chocolate breasts. Have you seen my nipples? Everybody loves elephants. Decomposing trousers cut from the stomach of a whale.

Posted 11:16 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 1999
Plaid halibut. Keep your heart softer than your head. He is one. She was cooking dinner for God. Standing is good for jumping up and down. According to one theory, a woman’s waist should be. Two lovers, masked and entwined, leap across time. I couldn’t hit a cow’s ass with a banjo. Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg. And I felt like I’d been shot in the tomato. Mom and I use our large breasts to get ahead. The swirl adds a surprise sensation. We both know it can significantly affect someone’s cursive standard. To party naked on a birthday cake. How’s it going to end? I eat an orange every day, and that brings me great peace of mind. Every fibre of your being is loved by every fibre of my being. Everything is a clue. So who painted you purple, and put you in a box? These pretzels are making me thirsty. Why do we kiss? I hate when the zebras do that. I think it tends more towards lobster. Most people are idiots. Here are some places that the bees like to go. And you’re here in my bathroom and my lingerie will go on. I broke the covenant of the key. The differences between scissors. You’ll be always in my heart. She woke up the next morning and her ears were missing. My tulip onion in the brain.

Posted 9:58 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 1998
If the child’s element is fire, the clashing colours are black and blue. Maybe the baby would like to see the spot. An extra thing of brown gravy. It’s like something. I’d love to run barefoot through your hair. A phenomenon which the scientists could never explain. Or is it just what it’s like to be the only real thing in a thousand worlds? People with guns don’t understand. Hang in there, baby. Our eyes met, our souls danced. There are things best displayed by concealment. Come see our lizards dance. A big box fell to the floor. I have never seen any quicksand. Do you have any stockings? We won’t stop until we have underpants. You made me drop my toad. They dance before they learn there isn’t anything that isn’t music. A magical talking dragon flew down from the moon. I drew a tree with little hearts on it. Three days ago a box of apples arrived. Your glockenspiel has sprung to life. Sock your knocks off. A bridegroom rejoices in his bride. I have no recollection of the horse. Everything goes to sleep. For all curious Americans. This city’s got big buildings! My hair’s green and I’m a tree. Come out to where I am. I dropped a grape.

Posted 9:57 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 1998
Why are you lying on my blanket? I can’t figure out where her head would. And a messy apartment which may or may not contain a chicken. A social worker who can fly and generate intense blasts of heat and flame. Slightly sweet, slightly tart. Then, shouldn’t you be wearing the bucket? The skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure. Love makes all things possible. Cats represent wild sex. A lot of questions on hunting and testicles. I’m losing my perspicacity. Especially underwear that is red and maybe has a few diamonds in it. Passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. None of them really care whether you get any sugar or not. Don’t fold the maps. They put you alone in a room with a dead horse. He moved into a motel and the cat eventually died. A pair of stockinged legs, light glossing over silk over pearly skin. You’ve got to learn to clear your bubbles under combat conditions. I think you can reach them yourself. Right now it’s a vehicle for a man. If it weren’t for my horse, I wouldn’t have spent that year at college. I like picking beans with grandma. Do we now have the same number of apples? A bra is for ladies. Nothing bounces like a phony turkey. No doctor would put that on his car. Why are you running a motel for goats? The dog is green. You try skating and blowing into a jug while your heart’s breaking.

Posted 9:57 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 1998
It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more. He had feet in his face. I think maybe you have a faulty dog. I can’t hear you, but can I have two goldfish? Did he ever write a poem where he gave her two extra breasts? I asked if I could help and they handed me a horse. When ribs are outlawed, only outlaws will have ribs. Before I knew her name, I knew I loved her. I wasn’t really going to throw rocks at your beautiful doughnut! I know the difference between flat and round. Shimmering tights. Fall before my huge sword of submission. Beware of falling. Is it significant that I eat bananas as I write this? Love is a touch, a glance. And don’t have mothballs in the room while you’re making love. I love you, I love you, I love you, I kiss you, I kiss, I can’t believe you’re mine I can’t believe you’re mine. I, am so, delicious. Her blood is exquisite when enflamed with passion. And justice was chasing a shoe salesman 80 miles across a desert. Princess Jones then ate her family. Just look at the way those supple red lips stay open just a little when she sleeps. Happy the husband of a really good wife. I do. Her name, at the time, was Nancy. Every house is doing something to us. Where great whales come sailing by sail and sail with unshut eye around the world forever. I could see through the hole in the nose. Then a beautiful lady walked through fire to tell me she liked me. Nothing has changed since I began. Maybe we’ll get lucky with a shark.

Posted 9:57 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 1998
They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. Great eating pinks. You’re good to go. He’s a cowboy who’s married to a bodybuilder. One time I threw a rock at the monkey. We have to eat the leftover chicken salad. We literally beat the bushes in the whole neighborhood. The artist stood naked and wrapped in a sheet inside a cage. A big scary monster will eat you. If you’re bleak, you’re bleak. Reproduction made easy. Nothing is always. Gum is fun, but not on a cat. My love is my soul’s imagination. Wearing clothes through which her nipples were clearly visible while gyrating in a sexually suggestive manner. I have an amazing hat collection. Kiss, hug and love all night long. To be in love is what I want from life. Into every life some rain must fall. Not everybody wears boots in Texas. Why am I on a Japanese box? You’re the song my heart would sing. You’re very colourful. I don’t want a big flat noodle. You sold live to your friends? I cringed when my pick got stuck in my zither. Indeterminately often, on, over or beneath a sometime. And my pants are filled with starfish. My chair repulses you. This Vietnamese prostitute can really ride a bull.

Posted 9:57 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 1998
No, France is not the best place to be a gooseberry. One thing I remember was the cow that flew past me. Most men prefer satin and lace, traditional ideas of what’s girlie. Are you the policeman who hasn’t eaten? Six weeks after making love on the giant, I fell pregnant. I don’t cry for the small boat. I think it’s the fishnet stockings. A solitary bee that builds its nest of mud. Romantic love is definitely here to stay. In the pink boudoir of a vast castle, a woman lies on pink satin sheets. Two clammy, sweaty bodies rolling together. Or am I destined to walk the dog forever? Sex makes woman more beautiful. Your time has come: the time for love. I miss your lips, your hands, your whole warm and strong body and your face and your smiles, your voice. I shall make a great queen. We shall all be feeding baby hedgehogs unless we stop burning. A giant anvil is threatening the state of Kentucky. We were destined for each other, so keep your heart for me. Wherever I go, whoever I’m with, I’m thinking of you. Your breasts are just as firm and juicy. Unimportant moments last forever. If I’m wearing sexy underwear, I feel great. This book is not a toy. Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me. Taken away by Nancy. What is wrong with a little kiss between friends? The woman is like an artichoke. A dragon followed me back to the shops. What I’d like is I like to hug and kiss you. Bad luck to you and your chickens, you old fool.

Posted 9:57 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 1998
So I tied an onion to my belt. Your head turned down to mine and, brushing against my ear, you whispered something. She slammed her breasts on my head and just about knocked me out. All I really want is a big hug. The horses just don’t gossip anymore. Always will I love you - my one, my love, my all. Wrapping a kettle in toilet paper and leaving it on the lavatory. The most intense joy lies not in the having but in the desiring. Now the gerbils are all on board. This rope is soft and pretty. A priest dresses up as an ape and gets laid. I think I’ll stay here all alone and dress up in my mum’s old clothes. Breasts dipped in varying depths of water. It’s meant to make you buy the underpants. He slipped his head under her skirt, hid himself between her legs and began to kiss her. While my heart is beating my love for you will last. Not everyone is qualified to own wood and nails. A woman’s face never looks more beautiful than when she has just made love. Did you kindly bury my cat? The air is so full of sea and the sea so full of air. Sensuous, creamy layers of lace and silk expose her ivory back and firm, round neck. With arms around each other, kissing and rubbing noses. Monk’s toffee ends elephant mayhem. The trampoline I have now is good. The sensations you love, skin against skin, being touched and kissed. The fish was hung from wooden pegs bear the chimney. Yes, they kicked their legs and showed their knickers. The deceptive caress of a giraffe. That drink does not exist. The wild, weird and tender mysteries of truly making love. I happen to be attracted to orange breasts.

Posted 9:56 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 1998
They weren’t allowed to touch his face. An old man at a young woman’s breast. I can just grab any set of ankles and run? I thought it was rather an imperious goose. I keep thinking it's Tuesday. All underwear is sexy. Some strange gypsies stole my shoes. If it’s oblivion they want, they could surely have orgasms. Give me a large comfy bed and a beautiful woman any day. We do today what we have to do today. It’s so round and cute and cuddly. Every girl must purchase a skirt. Stockings, brassiere, dress. I don’t want no one but you to love me. I can’t sleep at night, thinking about you. It takes many years of making love to experience this absolute confidence and to know someone so very intimately. When you kiss a young woman whose skin is soft, really very soft, you get excited. Start out by kissing and stroking and teasing each other until you two can’t stand it any more. An image of a writhing couple slithers its way over the bed. Or shall I just kiss you? And the youngest boy has started dressing up in women’s clothing. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. Girls in panties - fantastic pictures. Do you have a monkey in your pants? The unique nature of the female breast, which behaves like a kind of moving liquid. I will hold your artificial leg while you eat chicken. Soft breast offered in return for strong shoulder. There are things about your partner that drive you mad with passion. The thrill of seeing an attractive woman flash her embroidered knickers as she bends and stretches is central to the male fantasy. The bust of your dreams for only £29.99!

Posted 9:56 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 1998
I don't want to be buried on a cactus. Do not remove backyard fruit. The good old mysterious words of love. This is nothing. The whole idea of love is that someone overwhelms you with their affection and emotion. I just want to be alone with her and hold her and kiss her. The man is on the left of the woman and he is holding a pumpkin on his shoulder. You have thrust your hand into something wonderful his time. Every breath she takes make my heart dance. And what is the big deal about staring at some woman’s breasts? Fishing is complete and utter madness! Has anybody seen my badger? Do they have to be Mexican mice? A young woman in a spectacular hat and a spectacularly low cut dress, with her fingers clasping one nipple. Love is the only thing that interests me. If wearing women’s clothing is giving you a thrill then it’s hardly a sin. You should try it in women’s underwear: it’s unbelievable. The models wear high highs and stockings and sometimes rubber dresses, and they suck each other’s feet. I’ve never had a throbbing like this. When the person for whom your heart throbs longs for you just as intensely. Engage in healthy sex three to five times per week. I persuaded the big ginger cat to sit in my lap and function as underwear. If an American woman bought a pair of suspenders, what would she do with them? You’re traditional, feminine and very sophisticated - and you’re a sucker for a bit of romance. And on June 9, 1989, everyone in Denver would turn to jelly. When she opened her lips, cheese fell out. That was the noblest preposition you’ve ever dangled. I just stepped on your giraffe. Squeeze my breasts! The badgers are inconsolable with dread. Knowing you’re wearing sexy lingerie makes you fell sexy.

Posted 9:56 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 1998
Put the pieces together and tighten them. The greatest thrill ever is to have a woman helpless with joy in your arms. A world without string is chaos. I got lobster and a leather hat. You get lonely when the person you love isn’t around. Eat oranges and live. The number of women getting silk will be a pleasant surprise. When my arms wrap you round I press my heart upon the loveliness. I ache for the touch of your lips, dear. If I see a girl in a short skirt, I look at her legs. But I masturbate three or four times a day by lying on the ground and rubbing up and down. It’s the uniform I would have chosen, if only for the black stockings. I like my parsnips roasted. Crazy with joy because I love you. A dead fish tied up with a ribbon and put in a special box. This needs to be incinerated. This is the story of what happened to me when I died. Less anger more smile. Site of an anvil. Maybe I’ll buy a beret. I feel a flame warming my inner thighs. The fish are really biting. All the best people have interesting chest and bone diseases. Walter Cronkite stayed with my grandfather. Purple tomato gnat mustard. The dreaming tree has died. Grab her, squeeze her, kiss her on the lips. I don’t even like to get this close to cottage cheese. Obviously you’re not a golfer. Who needs a knife and fork?

Posted 9:56 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 1998
All I want is to love you forever. Always wear tights, but avoid fishnets. If I’m not a piece of string or a vole. Look at me my lips are definitely and defiantly upon someone else’s lips. As far as we can determine, peanut butter has no effect on the rotation of the earth. Mainly I just know about possums. We’re about one baboon short of Bangkok. Be still until I put some gasoline lotion on you. I kiss you and I kiss you. You forgot the octopus. He thought eating beans was a crime. Poetry is an outpouring of frustration and love in the desperate search for a purpose. This is not like stockings. Black tights with a flash of red across the thigh like mad suspender tops. Oranges smell lovely when they burn. We are both quite sensuous and enjoy giving and receiving pleasure. The tuba’s caught fire again and no-one looks surprised. Honey, your stocking’s hanging down. And then have a sweet, passionate kiss. Why are you washing socks anyway? It is a dog. Can I just massage your thighs while you eat? All the shyness, doubts and delicate hesitations of first love. I do want a settled life of togetherness and foreverness. A man who stares at a rock must have a lot on his mind. A time for kissing and a time for not kissing. One employed exotic lingerie, mostly to pursue husband! The cat’s wearing my cardigan. Don’t kick the baby. We’re all lesbians in this town. The piano was excited - so excited because she didn’t have to masturbate for the first time in a long time!

Posted 9:56 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 1998
To the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. Young women wear short skirts. One in 10 men wears stockings and suspenders under their business clothes every day. Girls in bras and knickers waving ribbons. What if that duck has friends? I really liked her breasts. I thought sexy underwear would be the perfect gift. I have never been kissed or hugged or made to feel special. I don’t have much to offer you except all my love. She’s there in the bedroom, with her stockings. You may savour with delight her glorious breasts. You arouse a passion in me that I have never experienced before. I have prayed for the day when our love would bring us together again. And there’s a fiery glow dangerously close to her panties. The crows have made it much clearer. The bishops are becoming restless. We bought bras. Come on, Nancy, put your best dress on. Kissing at an awkward angle. Some idiot hijacked a flight of stairs. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love. Now women hold up half of the sky in China. How come you know all the good numbers? The answer to the practical problem as more of the thigh became visible. I just have my toothbrush. But on closer inspection it proved to be only a breast. The dog definitely lives. Do you know the difference between a cow and a cabbage?

Posted 9:55 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 1998
Something sexy, something spiritual. The first time you are naked with a girlfriend is bound to be a nervous occasion. A celebration of the intense happiness small, shared pleasures can bring. I wanna hold you naked. I thought you might wanna snuggle. Nobody would see me cry and then I would go and break my heart somewhere. I use anticipation because it’s one of the most erotic aspects of sex. Behold the master living lover. Cynicism, nihilism, sarcasm and orgasm. How warm do you like to be in bed? Nice and smooth, although I prefer more shiny thighs. Still just a potato. Rhythmic tasks become associated with a feeling of sexual anticipation. How was your journey from Finland? In search of Nancy and the True Story. The more I like a girl, the more nervous I get. Offering to spend your life and raise children with someone is the most important promise you’ll ever make. When I plugged her in she just blew up. A cat got sick, and somebody shot a duck, but that’s it. I held you and kissed you and tried to keep you from flying about the room. Make love in bed. A smooth, soft, supple thigh peaking above a lacy black stocking. The need to be close turns out to be far more important than the actual physical act. She slipped into her black dress and pulled on her sheer, black stockings. Seduced by her lace stockings. When you fall in love, you can’t stop talking about it. There was nothing else like her, and her uniqueness was the reason for all creation. There is nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul. As her dress opened and fell to her feet, he saw her dazzling body suddenly naked. People use cannabis to relax, and have a greater sense of colour and sound. He came here to hurt me and he brought me a box of biscuits.

Posted 9:55 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 1997
Suck honey from fuchsia. You know the heart is a very resilient little muscle. I lost control of myself and I behaved like a fool. I can offer no greater sign of trust than to say you are someone with whom I would steal horses. See naked girl menaced by giant python. A golden glow - both inside and out. He wandered in search of happiness and the joy of love. We’re here to suffer, and our profession in this world is to die. Pick out something black and sexy and prepare to do some funky poaching. You can’t hurry an elm. All the dreams he would dream in this warmth of his bed. I’ve always enjoyed studying a new tongue. What if a duck made an omelette? You smell nice, you know. The vibrations would worry a horse. There is a nightmare bandaged on my brow. I am to my beloved as my beloved is to me. Bite the button off her shirt the first time you make love. Are you sure you threw the leaves? Where the pyjamas intersect with the expensive shirts. File me away in your heart someday. She pulls me to her bosom and deposits sloppy kisses all over both my cheeks and tells me how lovely I am. Never in my life have I been so full of love. Aliens stole my badger’s rectum. Can we make love tonight? Consume sound like song. In my dreams I am a beautiful naked rhinoceros kidnapped by dolphins and dragged out to sea. Whatever it is, no onions! I must, I must improve my bust. She kept up a curious kind of writhing. Beautiful like you can’t imagine.

Posted 9:55 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 1997
Yes, I have been to Norwich eight times, but have you a first class stamp? It behaves as a tram. My lips, quivering and dry, bent down to kiss her cold cheek. Except for those stuffed mushrooms. An erotic spectacle on a par with pert nipples piercing thin fabric. I’ve got another appointment which doesn’t actually involve eels. Young women are sexual predators who love pornography and talking dirty. Under your caresses the lips of her sex are swelling up. While you are away, my heart comes undone. The fish represents a better life for both of us. Posed for the great seduction scene: slinky dress, suspenders, sexy scent. A pair of female legs in suspenders, black high heels and ankle chain. She was islanded was fields. Can I kiss you? And how I kissed you then and you kissed me. All thy heart lies open to me. Suggests futuristic thoughts coming from the mind. She was the dream you remember when you wake up smiling. If anything can drive someone to extremes, it’s probably love. Life is for enjoying. When the spinning stops, that’ll be the time to worry. Do you have any rubber walrus protectors? Rejoice with the panda bear who hugs himself. Breathe out, so I can breathe you in. People are like shoes: everybody’s got a mate somewhere. I have seen the top of the mountain and it is good. That doesn't quite explain the potato. Both my parents are remarkable parkers. I couldn't stop thinking of things a square could be. He was in love with her and she with him.

Posted 9:55 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 1997
When I hold you in my arms, I don’t really know what I’m doing. Why don’t we just give everybody metal forks? He beheld her quivering alabaster mounds. I feel her breasts in my face. Where did I put the chicken? Can’t choose between the convenience of tights and the cool healthy comfort of stockings? She moaned softly and the sound tore through him, enflaming his own desire until he felt as though his body was on fire. If people want to see a bubbly redhead with large breasts, then that’s fine. Touching the soft fabric of tights and knickers and imagining how they feel close to the body excites him. I want my first kiss to be perfect. I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart. They have a problem with nipples. The cheese stands alone. You’re not much of a muse, but then again I’m not much of a poet. Naughty nude sheath dresses for evening, with clusters of sparkle obscuring the breast. Could you put on some stockings and rub the phone up and down against your leg? I am not imagining a butterfly. Squirm wildly in a hugging embrace. I can’t wait to kiss your lips lady and caress your breasts. So it’s just a bunch of beetles out for a walk. Breasts will be breasts, thighs will be thighs. She never missed a chance to talk about her sexy underwear. These glamour stockings can be put on or taken off just like tights. I was brushing the dust off the fish. It’s better than fishing lobsters. How lonely life can be, the shadows follow me and the nights won’t set me free. A taste of luxury with a sexy red satin nightie and matching gown. Enjoy the sensual, sexy elegance of this superfine fishnet, lacy garment as it slides over your body like a second skin. I’ve discovered what love is, for the very first time. And love is a thing that can never go wrong. You will never know love unless you surrender to it.

Posted 9:54 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 1997
For the first time in his life, he caught her in his arms and kissed her. Three beautiful girls would be more stunning than just one. I wish we could watch the sunset and kiss. And the hip thing now is to wear dark stockings. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. So why not show some initiative and draw on your own tights? There’s nothing quite so painful as unrequited love, and believe me, I know what I’m talking about. Excellent day to castrate your bull. The nicest part is just before you taste it. I’m really crazy about you. I favour a good punishing kiss. Don’t write messages on food. The women roam restlessly, feverishly in their underwear, waiting and waiting. I like a bit of lacy underwear. Why are you building a breast? She wasn’t wearing the regulation stockings. You turn to me with a kiss in your eyes. Tights in countless shades with control tops or glitter legs, sheer or opaque. I will feel a glow just thinking of you. Drink tea, make love, take a nap. I spent endless hours daydreaming about what it was like to fall in love, but it just didn’t happen. A beautiful girl - An amorous male - A great weekend. She’s got a silk dress and healthy breasts that bounce. We have this umbrella here so chickens won’t fall on our picture. All the lingerie that a woman could ever hope to own, or that a man could dream of removing. I can die in peace: I have known a great love. Seeing a beautiful woman drop a glove on an ice ring. Now this is what I call a cleavage. The eagle couldn’t say no to my desire. Bring your partner to an incredibly sensuous peak.

Posted 9:54 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 1997
She doesn’t know how I feel abut her, but whenever I see her I feel guilty. Love crept up behind him just when he’d got used to the idea that it would never happen. Suddenly I discovered a whole new feeling in my heart. A small hole in the ground in a potato field. It’s not too late to find a girlfriend this summer. Sex often makes fools of men and women. Men who fancy her do so because she seems to offer the chance of dirty sex. You're gonna start to have tender feelings for a girl. The power of breasts is the diversity of breasts. I have the fastest turtle in the world. All that connects the two of you is your phantasy. Thank you, Nancy, for that wonderful description of you visit to Disney World. A sense of abandonment and yearning which used to bring bodies together. We have misplaced some extremely important chickens. Oh, love can be so sweet! The true beloved of this world are in their lover’s eyes lilacs opening. Next time you have to give tablets to your cat, pop her in a pillowcase. Everybody needs love and nobody should live without knowing someone loves them. My breasts are ruining my life. Love is a feeling that can only be experienced, not explained. Spiky heels cater to men’s phantasies. I dreamed you were dreaming of me dreaming of you. I sing because my heart is light. It even takes on your normal body heat to give the felling that it’s actually part of your breast. Love is an actual thing. Are you looking for one special relationship? She danced all night by herself in black underwear and smeared lipstick. I want to be happy but I can’t be happy till I make you happy too. All I could do was express my love in six different tenses. Breathe your love is dark inside of me. There’s nothing like a heart that burns.

Posted 9:54 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 1997
Step away from the duck. Your lips are constantly under attack. We fight and then we buy each other bowling balls. My constant companion beneath the skirts. All that matters is that both partners find sex loving and comfortable. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl and then boy wins girl back again. I don’t do too well with love. A couple of very persuasive arguments. Yesterday a little leg, today lots of breast. I thought you meant raisin nipple nuts. I didn’t believe I could fall in love so fast. Between men and women there are things which arise. Anything you can feel or touch is better. Look in my eyes and tell me that you love me. I am more shy with members of the opposite sex. He was funny and nervous and strange. Personally, I find guilt very sexy. Lesbian kisses heal. My wife’s a SEX ADDICT - I need a rest. It’s taken us four days to find an idiot. Hens are better than breasts. Miss Y had removed her tights before slipping down her dress, removing her bra and kissing. You’re sweet. I want rampant eroticism and obsessive uncontrollable lust. I cry for the love in your eyes. Falling in love with someone is a very powerful feeling. I went out shopping and bought myself a gorgeous silk basque and stockings. There is someone else out there who can give you the feeling of being loved. Does obsession always end in tragedy? This has been a very successful cake. A man’s life without the company of women is just plain empty.

Posted 9:54 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 1997
That’s gonna be a very famous knife. One for each part of the chicken. It was a treat to see her kissing the horse. I want to kiss her. I am so beautiful I scream with joy. If you’re truly in love, if it’s true love, it will last forever. I don’t really see any point to life besides love. Let’s play a love scene, love scene of our own. I’m shy and even when I speak I don’t think I’m a very interesting person. Looking at large breasts makes men healthier. Bark mulch. Don’t Squeeze Me Till I’m Yours. When I thought the time was right I made my move and kissed her. Breasts are always nice. I either act too shy, or else I want the person to be my friend so much that I act like an idiot. Real life is not having sex at all, but trying really hard and getting rejected. I later discovered those eyes were Mandy’s. Used to enhance the apparent size of the breasts. All thrusting motions of copulation must go. You have nice legs. There is something about two women together. Being attractive is the most important thing there is. When I see her I blush, and speaking to her just isn’t easy any more. As far as lingerie is concerned, men always prefer black and red. I dream about making you mine. Or do you really really love me? Words aren’t enough to express how you really feel. You don’t need diamonds in the bathroom. Bit tight across the bust. I saw my love coming passing by.

Posted 9:54 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 1997
Sod the whale and save the gerund. Forget abut it. What is love? You can’t pretend there isn’t still a racy quality, Judith. I would have voted for anything in pink knickers. Do a swap. We put it with some black hosiery. One does not thank logic, Amanda. Her face in every flower, her name in every rose. A gun battle next to a cheesecake factory. I feel if I see her I should speak to her, because she’s special in some way. I love kissing you. I haven’t even kissed anybody. Tossing her beautiful head of lustrous red hair, she pouts. Must never leave her side, will never leave her side, should never leave her side. And then you fall heavily, hopelessly, tragically in love. Learning to love a woman, experiencing sexual passion with a woman. His hands have been coming out from under her jumper. At first her warmth felt good between my legs. There is no badness anywhere as acute as the badness of no woman out in the world thinking about you. I have a good handful of her excellent breast now. You must ask about the chair. Kissing is not a science. All I want is a little love to take the pain away. The legs are starting to mimic the gesture of someone blowing a kiss. My bullock is the champion racer in my district. There are times when life seems not so great but better than anything else. I love a good mollusc. I can still smell the scent of your skin and your words.

Posted 9:53 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 1997
Sea crèche handle eyes. I could guess the form of her breasts. Don’t you like touching my breast? Does the truck perceive the tree? Kiss me kiss me cover my body in love. You’ll never know the fear of losing someone like you if you’re someone like me. I’m gonna hug you and kiss you and then I’m never gonna be able to let you go. I wanted it to be this phenomenal kiss. You said this was a giraffe. An extraordinary and mysterious force is making me long for you and I beg you to see me. She doesn’t love me as much as I love her. Have you got any old stockings or tights you can give me? Now it’s time for the perfect kiss from the prefect girl. Stop me before I kill my father again. Woman lying in long grass, wearing translucent black bra and briefs. My table is yellow. Everyone is alone at the heart of the earth and suddenly it is evening. I see my angel for the first time. This gland makes you fall in love. Amanda’s saintly behaviour is a credit to all who know her. No matter how it seems, there is always love. This limb belongs to someone who may still be alive. Many women have larger breasts. But the kiss is also a form of enchantment. The girl has almost stripped, but she won’t take her knickers off. I have a heart for my heart. That exciting sound a squirrel makes when you chase him round a pole. Filthy, but genuinely arousing. At the end of the day the only thing she doesn’t give me is sex. Brian you Irish fool.

Posted 9:53 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 1997
The body becomes dress becomes body. An elephant can hang from a cliff with his tail tied to a daisy. Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. If I wasn’t so shy, I’d kiss you. Could my nipples ruin romance? Does Finland swing her hips? These fish have manners. Judy let’s go for a walk, we can kiss and do whatever you want. And I can make a wind chime out of my underwear. Little cashmere sweaters and short black skirts. That’s what I call my socks. Grey flannel miniskirts, over trousers or thick black tights. Desire is mysterious eroticism is intangible. The rest meant nothing to me. In the end Amanda meets a prince of her own. There was a second kiss, in which we pressed into each other, and we knew it had started. Could you make that more of a hug? What’s the big deal with breasts anyway? She wasn’t wearing much other than stockings, suspenders and stilettos. I could hardly believe that was Mandy staring back. What kind of camera is that? I took a class in nuclear chemistry - and I paid attention. I’ll let you feel the upholstery. It does, because you can wear tights. Where does a dead seagull fit in? He murmured as he began to slide his hand deliciously over her breast. There’s nothing more annoying than a cow walking in front of you. The girl you feel most comfortable with and have most fun with is the right one. I never saw true beauty till this night. I was blown up eating cheese. Crikey.

Posted 9:53 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 1997
Every gun makes its own tune. It feels so good to hold you. Asleep, I see her in my dreams: awake I dream of her. She’s a fat man’s dream. Four days later he’s a frozen chicken. I can only help him if he’s damaged his genitals. Being nervous in front of a girl you like is not a problem. My love was begotten by despair upon impossibility. Did Tchaikovsky have to explain his steam engine? We love each other, so we stay together. All his romantic energy folded in upon itself. Let Polly do the printing. The heart wants what it wants. Mandy - the best looking girl I’d ever seen. Stretch out with your feelings. A lion whom love knew how to conquer. You said suspenders but you didn’t say stockings. They call it the slink dress. A pair of very modest, black opaque tights. Heaven is being in love, and the love never stops. She’s the puzzle piece behind the couch that makes the sky complete. Lay across my big breasts, babe. She turned me down but I still love her more than anything in the world. Lyrics use abstract metaphors (plums, stockings). Kissing, kissing, kissing. Anyone who’s been in love knows how difficult it can be. I’m a big tall horny girl. Every inch of my skin is crying for your hands.

Posted 9:53 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 1997
In the bath on Sunday nights, imagining what it would be like to be kissed. If you really loved me you'd stroke me and keep me clean. Now I get your famous squealing. We see tights being worn regularly on icy winter afternoons. I could love a Chinese girl, an Eskimo, a Finn. Garbage bins would be seventh with ivy to hold your face under a stone. But always be sure to slaughter your chicken first. All geeks harbour a secret phantasy about meeting some girl. This is no place for an entomologist. I think we just became astronauts. You seem to be turning into a bouquet of flowers. In real life we don’t hear music when we kiss. We have three kinds of mice here. Judith was aware of her noose as a separate entity. Beware of Man Behind the Door. Mandy, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking. I’d like to know what love really sounds like. How many postcards had to die to make that shirt? Excitement is a girl. Being in a public place without shoes and waking up one day to find out I have three nostrils. Like fire to the heart and earth to the flesh. Edith has a duck coming nicely to the crisp. It’s true that anyone can fall in love with anyone at all. I’m in the mood for a little vivisection. I wouldn’t miss you so much if I didn't love you so much. The next step in hosiery. Only people with utterly perfect bottoms may wear them. Lingerie, sex toys, lesbian pornographic material. Amanda is a very bright, intelligent, creative person. Two hungry sharks in a world of unlimited halibut. The heart asks first for pleasure.

Posted 4:05 PM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 1996
I’m getting old and I feel alone and I want to feel less alone. Fish heads that look like famous people. And a dozy cuddle with the one you love. Very short skirts, white lace stockings and pantomime boots. A single glimpse of shining hair - the bright shock of a girl I’d never know. Walk around in the dark and feel the women. Flesh stretch lace girdle with suspenders. That was a comical parrot. I’d be love and sweetness if I had you. A sign that she is lifting her skirt, taking down her pants. Find somewhere to stick that in my herb section. And a topless lady I once found wrapped in my fish and chips. But you can’t illuminate a candle with a mouse. Anybody who really cares will abandon you. My pyjamas don’t cover the butterfly. Remember Earth clearly. That might work for wooden Americans. I don’t know if these mashed potatoes are really here. I think I’ll buy a calendar. I’m sure I’m going to love being married to Judy. Walk like a turtle, dance like a worm. There’s an old carpet lying outside the crematorium. You thought of an elephant in Denmark. And that’s where the monkey comes in handy. I’m going home to put a cross in the sprouts. Women with hairy armpits move into trees. Like a whelk walking into a cave. I’m in love with a girl who has just broken my heart. I guess my life isn’t worth two kisses. The fork is on the dinosaur. Heartbreak is more painful than any other pain I’ve known.

Posted 4:05 PM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 1996
This is the time for dreams. If you really want to kiss her, just go right up and tell her. Life is pain: get used to it. If you would let me hold you, I wouldn’t walk away. Are you a pig, Amanda? That exquisite belly against my neck? His trout were stinking. My body says love me tonight. I advise you to use all your ears in the correct sequence. If it doesn’t snow I think I’ll put in a few broad beans. He brought me a purple sombrero and a little guitar. Why not sing with a wooden leg? We are but visitors on this rock. And you don’t even know I’m looking at you and I want you so much. Sometimes I just want to be held. I am absolutely in love with you. I needed you to love me so that I could leave you. We must be dreaming. The world is full of complainers. The Earth mother won’t let me do experiments. What’s your favourite humming noise? His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe. I love you I think you are beautiful. Why can’t I find Amanda? She is my heart’s delight. He’s happy to be a sandwich. I didn’t have anybody but I had you. That would be an ecumenical matter. Your gentle love turned my life around. The life of Brian is one long round of sex and drink.

Posted 4:04 PM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 1996
I only get five? She wanted to look pretty and romantic so we gave her something long and flowing. Every waitress has the same proportions. Nothing is left of me each time I see her. This picture proves I have a washing machine. I treat horses good and. I needed an inflammable animal. I thought he said he was an elk. There’s this girl that I really like and I think about her all the time. Black, straight shining hair down over her breasts. I have it teased by a weeping widow. Kissing with tongues works best if you start gently exploring your partner’s mouth. Songs don’t have to be about despair, but despair must be prominent. Please take my hand please give me a hug please kiss me. A woman spending a lot of money on a silk and lace camisole that she alone will see. As we went about in the stormy heat. Nobody’s gonna spoil us. Can you get your buttocks off my tongue? Do not move let the wind speak that is paradise. Every time I see a female I imagine her undressed. I’ve got a buffalo at home. You’ll never be hurt again because you’re permanently stuck with the pain you know. Open up, I love you, I adore you. I have accepted the loss of everything. I’ve got to find myself a girl tonight. I carve this heart for dear Leona. They both like to pick up skirts. I’d invite you to my death, but we don’t know each other that well. That’s why you left me by that tree. Tomorrow may loveless, may lover tomorrow make love. Will a life be considered worth living if it’s not recorded?