Posted 9:05 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 1993
Fresh busty blonde (German). Was he selling shoes to the other turtles? A furtive sensation I adore. You oughta try it with a girl some time. Is the knife under the pillow? Pizza debris. Or two buttocks and a shoulder. That’s typical of us platypuses. You’re just like an angel; your skin makes me cry. To kiss and to touch, I love you very much. We aren’t real squeezers. We must always have a low opinion of ourselves. Women look more beautiful in the window. And breastfeeding, of course. I dreamt I held you tight in the middle of the night. The secret is not how you kiss but who you are kissing. Love of cows is a very rare psychiatric phenomenon. I went mad and had to go to a special hospital. I just say her name and I wanna smile. When you’re lovers you can meet on that special place. Pretty is for flowers. Convincing savages that biros exist. She gives fresh lemons. Romance is the ideal in one’s life and it is lonely living with it lost. And our names were names of trees. You might get them in Australia. I wouldn’t blow it on chocolate. A flower, I made it myself. With women he is bound to get it all wrong. But I like touch. I don’t have any pockets.