by Brian McCloskey
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.