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.