by Brian McCloskey
All I’m interested in is love. I hugged and kissed Judy. The excitement and anticipation of the first kiss. The reason black tights have lasted so long, after all, is because they flatter the leg. Thanks for the use of the hall. It’s a lot cuter if your monkey hasn’t just died. Flower of love: kiss the kisser. A legend won’t let you down. These are the words that are in the poem that I wrote. You know how I long for you: My heart grows strong for you: Will you please be mine? Go kiss the cute red-haired girl. Would you mind running the wand over me. You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you? It is miraculous that one does not melt in one’s bath. If love is not all, then it is nothing. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Running off with nice Miss Jones. I think I’ll just lay here and ponder my stupidity. A world of first class hotels and mildly kinky sex with improbable lesbians. Bubbles come out of all our heads. Mandy said it has long been her ambition to take part in the event. I wasn’t arguing; clamped myself firmly to her breast. He just substituted one fish for another. Love must be passionate, even if passionate love does not last. I saw a fella make a peanut disappear once. The day I met her is the day I stopped being alone. My life’s a shambles: I need pie. Who is that girl with red hair? I have someone to cuddle with. Toilet paper’s always very funny to everyone except the French.