by Brian McCloskey
It is all for love. I got this hug that’s been building up. We’ve got lumps of it round the back. Do you wash your own chipmunks? Fishnets and similarly sexy, feminine stockings are in right now. The stars are out and so am I. Maybe send back my umbrella. The future of heat is the future of cold. They weren’t even my raisins. We made that box. Happiness leaves everything as it ends. Nothing wrong with this Norwegian. Young lovers twine together, naked and rapturous. We saw a flag and then we saw a hat. They won’t learn anything about apples today. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to have oranges. The cucumbers are getting wiser. That moose is on fire. Board aspire band obscene though space message. It’s a slightly effeminate hat. Hikes up her skirts and undoes her stockings and suspenders. I’m afraid I already swallowed it while you were talking. My first memory is green. Cultivate the Switzerland in your soul. Dog in a perfect circle, wow. There’s nothing like fresh powder. Hamlet is everything you’ve ever thought about sex. She had black stockings on and these tight skirts. The octopus lost the nostrils. Wearing pink fishnets in the elevator. Caress toes across neck.