Posted 1:18 PM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2003
But did that river really exist? Some of his throat was still there. You didn’t say anything about a motor when I was on the ceiling. Nice hole, nice soul. The ceiling floats away with a sigh. Some things are sacred. An oboe represents the tension as they sneak away. Nude except for black garter belt, hose and red heels. Can you come over and help me squeeze my lemons? The tree of my song is bare. At all times she is required to dress in a sexy, feminine manner, wearing stockings. Enveloping my breasts like the warm hands of a confident, yet gentle lover. I need you so much closer. Don’t let a suitcase full of cheese become your big fork and spoon. A purple lycra party dress that really shines in the water. They certainly don’t keep it upstairs. For the dog it felt good to bite. The goats are escaping. At least all my songs don’t taste like garlic. Take off those crazy mediaeval tights. Answer the stripe question. Or you can take your refrigerator around the world. The first Beatles album teaches him a new language. The only animal which has remained lingering in my memory is the raccoon. Waltz, bad nymphs, for quick jigs vex. And all the girls seemed to be wearing striped tights. For three months a person sits and looks at you, imagining a kiss. I can lend you a pair of black ones that will look like tights. I love dancing naked in front of you. I offer you this flower as a sign of my love.

Posted 10:36 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2003
A gold velour shirt, tight black leggings (that really shine when wet). He’s like a happy buffalo. And the women wearing dresses, scarves and stockings. I would love to be completely covered with tights and leotards. These are the limits of your life. The dance continues. I want to be a flower. My car is dead and I am merely a panda who has lost her cheese. Clothes are a waste of money. Steady as a goat, we’re flying over trout. That seems like a little more than you need for a raccoon. Panoramas are not what they used to be. The factory’s open, but we’re making different stuff. My lizard doesn’t have teeth. There are ways. I will not speak with the actress unless they ask me. Your beauty and my name will be forgotten. I’m frequently pierced. You must have shot an awful lot of tigers. I need Fred Astaire to help me with a vacuum cleaner. Each slowly and erotically dressed – sliding on stockings, clipping garter belts. She looks like an ant that gets prettier every day. You could have driven a train between your right elbow. I know, I’ll put all my money, including coins, down my tights. We’re over Europe, moving into the night. The mirror sets it trap for two. I’m not the one who’s going to explode. With black opaque tights and flat boots, how offensive could it be? I can smell your brains. Never stick otters to a sexy cone! They heard I slid down the banister without my underpants.

Posted 7:54 PM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2003
The soft stretching of my tights, and the flapping of my skirt. Or your tomatoes can't see anything but themselves. You're the first apple I didn't want. The ripples spread and subsided on the smooth surface by the canal. She imagined herself running around in her vulnerable stockings, facing peril wherever she turned. I've become uncomfortable in all these skins. My breasts will be right back. I am dubious. The form of that hat is the symbol of the whole world. Humidify your horny gremlins. And I haven't seen a bird in weeks. Lick my stockings. They suck each other's bones. She slowly gets wet, smiling with every drip, until she is soaked through. I like boots and gloves and fishnet stockings and tights. Does this look like something a sponge would do? Her stockings rip at the knees and her girdle shows. She always wore either pantyhose or tights. The previous night's wind blew the cat across town. I look just like fog. These girls are dressed and ready to party - and get undressed! Very slow and sensuous, she covers herself and progresses to topless. Is this pencil a vegetable? But his weary shuffling makes my heart smile. I'm so ambivalent about gum. On Saturday the sky had a baby. It could be for you. We know the body is the house. For I must have my lovely lady soon. I brought me a lot of joy.

Posted 11:36 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2003
Wearing a gold silk shirt, black skirt, and black fishnet stockings in 16 gallons of honey. And that includes swimming. They show the curves of a woman’s legs beautifully. He couldn’t testify until I adjusted my robe. I killed eight gophers last year. And pictures of apricots. Bananas require constant attention. Short skirts as opposed to long, do you recommend tights or pantyhose? And the princess squeezes grape juice. My other wrist is ringing. Why not let your girlfriend turn you into a frilly and lacy girl. It wastes your time and it annoys the pig. Do you wear opaque black tights with your uniform? A giraffe has nothing else to give. She carefully considered every comma. And I started wearing tights almost daily early on with the dresses. He wanted to devote his life to lingerie. I think he’s pointing. Are we in the room right now? Dipping her high heels in toe first, and then covering her legs to the tops of her stockings. People who like the lower body tend to be frightened. Shiny beige nylon stockings, white sneakers and socks. A budding romance can bloom at the strangest times. A brawny plumber came to fix her pipes. Aren’t you staring at my button? My previous bicycle, yes. You said I didn’t need socks. Eventually your bones will change shape. Somebody put a pillowcase on a gnome. These women are anchors. Every little movement has its own meaning.

Posted 10:27 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2003
I hope not sporadically. I love the way thick sweater tights feel and look. Then white opaque tights were rolled up my legs. The ant that does not fly does not try to fly. Put the stone on the piano. I will probably never know how many little faraway cows it takes to make my husband smile. This territory blows. You are about to start a band. It’s just a song about a turtle. The puppies dream, the hounds superbly snore. And now he’s dead. And here’s your big spoon. The monkeys had the hats. One man would put on pantyhose and masturbate while stroking the hose. Some of them have pictures of breasts. Was yesterday a day? Stand on the porch at night in your underpants. A woodpecker with romance on its mind. Maybe I want to stand right here and look at my wallpaper. I can’t tell you how dead he is right now. You’ve made me all wet and slippery. Silk is for pantyhose. The air closed over her words. Kill and make love in me. And who are you to turn down my meat? But I will kiss you again if you want me to. Well, I know a few raccoons. I want to tell you how we cook our crabs in Brazil. Her soft, bare skin felt like liquid satin. You should come here and feel it on your own veins, because my blood is curdling. Sexy as the syrup flows over her face, her tight, lyrca skirt and over her long, full, dark hair.

Posted 9:29 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2003
A lion pursues, because his name is lion. And the next day you’re fishing a skull out of a toilet. It has nothing to do with gravity, although it is specific. I just smile and wait for your pants to come off. Her boots were black and her stockings white and her buckles shone like silver. I’ll undress you as I make a joke. Madam, I never eat Muscatel grapes. I come from a long line of electricians. I’d love to play the saxophone at Hansel and Gretel. Her long curly black hair streaming behind her as she swims in the dress. It makes an eight. And there was this paranoid dwarf with no skin. But why do you fear a bit of bread? A chair, a bed and a toothbrush. What heart? She only smiled at the mechanics. And then he drew a picture of a plum. He noticed that it made the Eskimos uneasy. The new policy still allows for sick chickens. My eyes have seen what my heart did. Heavy weight opaque tights are undeniably the best tights a girl can wear. I asked you to put the asterisk with the cinnamon. And dipping the state ferret in a bucket of mercury. My softer flesh the fire licks. Go somewhere with me. He said it was full of librarians. I just put a piano in my kitchen. As if the names we use to name the uses of buildings. And the music tells you what to do.

Posted 11:45 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2003
I don’t care how many times you measure a skull. Taking the hint, I dressed from head to toe in the pantyhose and lounged in a long, hot steamy bath. Is the ghost of Elvis stealing your diet secrets? My head was between her breasts, where it seemed to be spending a lot of time lately. This bra is soon shed, followed by the boots, pants, and panties. It sends out a mortality signal. Stinking hair has been suggested. Be careful, these are not sentences. And I’ll die alone with nine toes. Why are the chairs? My control top panel is in shards. It’s almost stupid if we didn’t. All my other clothes are unlucky. Or if you remember something that isn’t totally idiotic. Unless the monkeys started hurting people. There’s lots of messy wrestling that soon leads to messy hugs and long, deep kisses. I think she was grotesque. Every generation hyphenates the way it wants. His house has no furniture. Tuesday is wearing a black business suit, blue blouse, black lingerie and heels – and ends up nude. It was a damp and chilly afternoon, so I decided to put on my sweatshirt! They have not been allowed to have a horizontal conversation. The most extraordinary display of blue objects. Knees, shoulders, spine are required to adore. It also represents a penis. The two pigs weighed exactly the same. Back and forth, I tell you, I’m a wigwam. How much does Mickey Rooney weigh on the moon? The pie’s your heart. Three white leopards sat under a juniper tree. But there was no way that this would have included a rhinoceros.

Posted 11:43 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2003
Clams don’t have teeth. And this is only Thursday morning. I am a lamp. Amazon goddess seeks lowly and generous slave to worship my stockinged feet. I started thinking about how good it would be to get her in bed with me with those tights and leotard on. Show me a tree that’s different. It looks like you’re messing with the ferret again. You’re upset because we gave them your old giraffe. I want to have filthy, dirty, sweaty sex. You have an enchanting musk. We came out of it naturally the worst. Woodwinds trading motifs. And why would a box lie to a person? It was time for me to start wearing nylons. Beautiful women who wink. This slinky, vivacious redhead exhibits a lot of attitude, her eyes will really draw you in. The girls are very sensual as they fondle and suck each other’s nipples and rub their butts. Sometimes a dwarf was used. The roads leading to a castle that doesn’t exist. Would I be able to find a buffalo or not? We didn’t have an elephant in Liverpool. She seduced a man from Pakistan with a penguin fetish. I threw my buzzer. This room is surrounded by film. What fun it is to talk to an intelligent woman wearing stockings as she crosses her legs. In some attempt to make her appearance even sexier, she bought and wore a pair of black nylon pantyhose. You must let the cut make itself. It’s the only carpet in the world with a moving lump. I almost killed a lady. Because its ribs are broken I want to laugh.

Posted 7:52 PM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2003
It’s white and it’s a boat. Let’s kill that mountain. Don’t think about zebras. They were working breasts. Climbing the third stair. And supple, rounded breasts for the women. Redhead wants to prance around in her stockings. Sliding over who might do the running. Make sure you drink it like a raccoon. This long straight skirt makes me walk like a penguin. Frilly silk undies, black leather jackets, high heels, garter belts and fishnet stockings. Do I have to cut paper now? It looks like actual human fingers poking through the snow. The time when I accidentally banged my head on the ceiling. The rippling of chest blubber is a good sign. Our fish speaks for itself. The sticks are still burning. She takes off her dress, lays down in the tub and sinks down until she’s totally submerged. People on the phone ask if I’m beating a seagull. You are both the mule and the old man. And we will both be wearing fishnets….and not much else. But not only is she fully dressed, she is still wearing her tights. And the moon dressed as a nurse. I don’t want to discuss my relationship with carrots. If you spot a terrorist arrow, pin it against the wall with your shoulder. He had been tossed several times in his career. Are they carrying a pig? I’ll dig into that thigh every time. If only I had a huge ambulance. The trees are anxious to be involved. We got a knee in the other room.

Posted 10:22 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2003
I rescued your hat. I hope this isn’t like feeding a raccoon. Waiting for you at home today is a flasher. A sailboat that could use a pair of underwear. What are people with hats? Take one car instead of two wherever you go. Leather boots, black pantyhose, and panties are also very provocative. My chest is still frozen to my shirt. Drive into their skulls with tennis balls. I miss that kind of clarity. Then she forgot her sponge, and ran along the passage naked. It’s obvious these two really like each other – as evidenced by their tender kisses and warm caresses. It is still a camel. But the thing that comes out of the oven is pretty close. Nobody sleeps naked in this house. How big is this chicken? It’s been two months of toaster. My chair has deceived me. My house is empty. The cabbages are coming now. You’ve been sitting on a frozen squirrel. Skilled hands shape bundles of fresh carrots in January. My guitar is mine. What do you think hotels are? Pumps, stockings and a lovely flowered dress. And watch public urination. I was ironing the teepee. I clam and scallop.

Posted 7:23 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2003
What also floats in water? That’ll teach you to lick my muffin. During a lunar year, I have been declared invisible. It was the black tights which did it. You must exercise the gaskets. Preferably someone with breasts. It gives you the sensation of actually wearing a hat. She even cleans ceilings. Even the sea won’t forgive me. The pie is only just beginning. Who got the pearl? We were both interested in what things could do if they were the size of other things. My cubes smell. The kiss deepened as both women opened their mouths to the sensation. For a while I used to measure things. The nympho dumped her dogs and came to make trouble. And I think it’s a sausage. A town is full of buildings. You can’t tell on a giraffe. The camels only were wanting. I can correct of these potatoes. Everyone who sees you knows you are beautiful. The pencil is going in another direction. I’ve been making wine for a very long time, and now I’m going to be a dentist. He longed to see them in black stockings. Her stockings pushed around her ankles, her head thrown back. Your canoe is ready. Sweater tights are the best tights a girl can wear. It made six such steps before freezing like a shocked tortoise. And when the wombat comes he will find me gone. Why is your piano coming into my house?

Posted 8:07 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 2002
Fish weren’t the only things flying through the air. Those beans were made by God. Women should be dressed in black leotard, pink tights. The wine almost fell on my shoes. My chicken has been in bed for six weeks. I found myself pulling up stockings under a tight denim dress. Shy, the scissors and spoons, the blue mug. She’s not apologising to the wilderness. That jam was on my property. I think there was a restaurant. The girls just about disappear in the bubbles. I put it in the tree. I have really strong muscles. He observed a live chicken at close quarters. So I started this song with one breast. There’s this certain flower. A warm hand fell on her marble washstand. Whole floors of department stores are devoted to hose and tights. I must learn the difference between a lion and a spider. Sometimes the tongue takes you by surprise. This has nothing to do with Brian. That’s a great story. We’re being pursued by pianos. For some reason it’s got a terrible fear of stamps. Give me the biggest balalaika. How does your husband feel about goats? I love my new chair. I’d only end up in bed with the hippopotamus again. Two mice fell into a bucket of cream. They’re lovely ladies and they come out and they’re naked. And those are our beans.