Posted 9:04 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 1993
But he was never the athletic type. Oh hello, you nice lesbians. That’s a horse on me. All those little cement men staring at me. It’s emotion, people, ceremony. Six quid and a lipstick. This is vans going forward, to be followed by trucks. What the hell do we do with our breasts? Kings stand speechless. Why don’t I go down there and mutilate some cows? They sold this lemon to the American public. I think I had a hat when I came in. The devil is hurling beautiful boys out of windows. You deserve flowers every day. I’ve got a terrible heartache and you’re the only one who can fix it. A couple of complimentary jogs. Reserved for intense feeling lovers. Shy boy meets girl, falls in love and is too frightened to do anything. It’s a man’s right hand. Where do cities come from? I want to make love to you in Scotland. You’ve got a wasted watermelon. Almost turned into a kiss. I kiss you slowly, until I die. That was a fortunate kiss. Big dogs landing on my face. Pleasing sense of rhythm. Faster than an exploding television. I’ve never smeared anybody in strawberry blancmange before. I haven’t had a tall day.