Posted 8:25 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2004
A pig gets scared, and starts running up and down. To be honest with you I'm dying to see you in these tights. He never hesitated to speak for God’s rights and for the tights of other people. I didn't have time to go searching for blue tights, so I just used some black tights. Her body flaked into transparent salt. I am a fool in pink tights and do not deserve your mercy. And as I cultivated the ripples that uncorked of the baccarat of worms beneath. I could never think of soup or a pencil. We were formerly splendid. Stirred by a drawerful of nude and taupe nylons with runs. Also that you see the full extent of the forest and the importance of the different trees. Why are my melons wearing pantyhose? They literally give their face to pantyhose. The squirrels have expectations. She’s trying to pronounce my name. These breasts feel out of control. He flaps his elbows and he wears a dress. Her pantyhose still hung on the knob of the window. Afterward, the dog’s entire way of relating to the world is altered. And the duck was ninth. California is opening the refrigerator door. I find the sensual feel and look of a woman in pantyhose to be quite exciting. The puppetry of life have lost their glare. You had better pray you are still wearing pantyhose. I love the sight of shop assistants in opaque ribbed tights. Women who live on the outskirts of town. Like a zone. Those tights sound brilliant. I never forgot my dream to wear tights and stand in the spotlight. Eyes are larger than they should properly be.

Posted 9:11 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2004
Over my shoulder a piano falls. Some women don’t like makeup and great dresses and some women do, and some men do, and I’m one. Nobody sits like this rock sits. It felt glorious to have the mounds of stiff nylon folds clasped about his hips and thighs. I want you to slip these white pantyhose up over your legs. Because the electrodes couldn't get a decent signal through her pantyhose. Where do you think squirrels come from? I wonder if the stars regret me. You always said Finland had a maudlin quality. After all, the poetry does refer to pantyhose. It was designed to be worn with black stockings. It’s better than bad, it’s good. Who stole my lumps? Reminds one of vineyards. The more you drive, the less intelligent you are. Think of patterned hose as your best friend. All I had to do was wriggle and squirm a little to hear the squeak of leather on leather. It really invokes the special heaven of satin, silk, lace, caressing stockings and tights. The lobsters had lemon wool in their gullets. Our poor pantyhose didn’t survive at all. Is there anything more sexy than the shadow of nylon at the bend of the knee? If in entails sex, money and the dead, be suspicious. Let the shoulder sit. I love to dress guys as girls! A dress is a garment consisting of a skirt with a bodice attached. I find the question distasteful. Let’s find a frog I can laugh at. As their canoe began to sink, they regretted not having made love more often. She flipped up my skirt and tugged off my tights with my underwear. But the elephant and the squirrel? Allowing one nylon thigh to stroke the other.

Posted 9:57 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2004
My spoon was right. I had a bag. Tights shield you from having to worry. The trees are some of them. I was in full pantyhose, a layer of tight undergarments in a wholly unnatural fabric. Let’s not fight in front of the monkey. And you can use these teeth as a ladder. They find it exciting to see a woman wearing pantyhose and some of them like to wear pantyhose themselves. Attach to the end of the tube which discharges water from the washing machine. Who is that hauntingly beautiful apparition manifesting at the old cabin? She put her hand on her stockinged knee and slid it up under my dress, up past the silkiness of nylons. All the ladies know that once you’ve wriggled out of those things, you’re not wriggling back into them. The fly is on my mother’s kayak. And nobody wears a skirt unless everyone does. There are five things to write songs about. Ballet is inextricably bound up with fantasies of eternal girlhood. Sexual functioning returned, but my breasts didn’t shrink. It seems a tainted pastry. Codfish eyes floated white and signified happiness. The right ones seem to be almost more flattering than wearing solid black. When I write poetry there is something wrong. A radish reconciled us after a turnip estrangement. I dressed all in black and carried a fishing pole with a candy bag at the end of it. Embrace the season’s bright opaques, and enjoy it while it lasts. I renounce fish. If he wears a skirt it's easy access. I’m whisked away on blue leotards. Although I think it was mostly that I liked wearing a leotard and tights. Electrons don’t dance. I always thought someone’s lap would be the best pillow for me.

Posted 9:55 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2004
Tights please once again tights woman. A falling woman in a dancing costume. Your sawdust is nothing, child. He said it was just tights and pantyhose that he liked to wear. So why was it that people should think that those hats were identical? My string is a thing in many places at once. Boys come in blue pumpkins. There are a lot of people here who make fun of hens. If I wear stockings and heels they can get fragrant after a long day. There’s nothing like the feel of stockings on stockings. I will be dressed in black tights and black ankle boots. Wearing only an overcoat and silky tights. And they’ll never expect an army of cows. Most of all I love the light silky feel of the nylons. Any liquids in your valise, ma’am? A murdered cow comes back and kills people for no apparent reason. Being surrounded by female muscle for an entire weekend. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms. They flounce about in corsets and bloomers. Could anyone imagine that a woman would be so hard to find? Two lizards, brothers, fly into the sun. I have ceased to understand the sun. The pretty plaid skirt (bit short, but it’s cute), my matching maroon fishnet tights. Looking for an opportunity to wear pantyhose with women. Is there anything more boring than love? One with no penguins. Excuse me, is this the way to the drainpipe? But if your legs were made of glass, you’d understand. Men, as they age, grow more comfortable with their crossdressing. You've been asked to design a zoological park for the future. Afterwards she holds and kisses you, and you'd do anything for her.

Posted 10:05 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2004
Modern lingerie is a fairly complex system. I still love the feel of dresses brushing against my legs. I will massage and kiss pantyhosed legs & feet. But the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you. Thy temple amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate. After a number of injections my jaw got number. I decided some time ago that it would be nice to wear a dress. We consider two loop models related to domino tilings. I will take a second to admire her pantyhose, her shoes, and the hint of a pretty lace bra under her smock. Did the cat move either way during the night to indicate which of us it was going to belong to? Despair is like the pelican. Do Coffee Beans Grow in Ireland? The Portuguese moon shines in through the bank manager’s eye. Pulls gun out of spandex space and shoots the kazoo player. And now I'm squeezing my thighs together. Her tongue was flicking my nipple and her hand was caressing my other breast. It’s not to ask for, is it, a decent, brown pair of tights? Consider yourself rescued. Everybody gets figs but me. I will marry a woman with large and exciting breasts. Pantyhose don’t like to be rushed. The pretty, floral dress that swirled around her ankles. The stockings felt unbelievable and the panties glorious. What is the hundred and eleventh treatment of animals? You do need to go mad every so often. Rubbing his thumb absently against the hem of her skirt and the smooth, slippery nylon of her pantyhose. Caves were filled with human bones. He licked himself and left the room. I must adjust the dust to make the robot bust. Or God among the dinosaurs.

Posted 10:07 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2004
She is always rubbing her breasts against me. He’s got four enormous radishes sticking out of his bag. It isn’t obvious that a pig would be responsible for the fate of a frog. Then she got on some tangent about hosiery. Everything is black and rotting. He said the sensuous feel of them made him feel sexy and comfortable. When I have no blue, I use red. Her tongue moved along the soft nylon encasing her foot. And my talent filled it wit water. When it’s a cold winter morning we sit on the end of the bed and put on our tights together. Another friend took off her tights and suspended them from the fan in the hallway. The round dog is angry. Shouldering their bags they trudged, the sad Egyptians. And we all like our lingerie, hosiery, panties, bras and corsets. That’s all I need to hear to know that this is going to be some outrageously good love. As maid’s breast against breast of maid. I’ll be glad when I can wear a skirt again. Our saliva intermingles with the remains of prehistoric beasts. I’d like a short skirt (black) with black tights. I slipped some artichokes into your car. A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella. I wore my black bouncy skirt in public. Well, it affects how much lingerie you can have. Selected women would be given the special tights to try on at home. Amanda your tights, Amanda your skirt. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. They are useful, more than they are beautiful. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

Posted 12:07 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2004
Our hands explored each other’s bodies beneath the bubbles as we continued to kiss. If such a thing really exists and fishnet stockings never run. Because I like the sensation of velvet. I felt her back arch towards me, her warm breasts pushed into my hands. Speaking of which, what do you like to wear under tights? She drew her feet beneath her chair, and I felt my thigh grow cold. Life on other planets is difficult. Those stockings are invisible. Fate sent her to die on the couch in our living room in Germany. And her masculine minimalism is legendary. I don’t think that they are under a lot of pressure to extend the chicken. But no matter what the scene, the pantyhose are always a main attraction. To be a nail hanging up a picture of flowers. You must help me with my pulsating box. My knife turns itself these days. I’d rather talk to syrup. I wear them because they are comfortable and I like the feel of them on my legs. The cows are mostly facing uphill. There’s a lot to be said for the sensuousness of being encased in filmy sheer nylon from the waist down. Come on, lick me, eat me – love me! I am male and I love wearing black pantyhose. Let me remove your shoes and pantyhose after a hard day’s work. It was my turn to dance with God. It makes me sexually excited when she does what she does. I love an octopus. Seven people can go in on a camel. You like direction but I like right and you like left. He could watch in the mirror as she folded down the tops of the stockings. He left my breasts and pulled my leotard and tights down to my ankles. The land’s thousand eyes watched. My pig will always remind me of you.

Posted 11:56 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2004
Later he’ll discover what I’ve written on my skin. What was he applauding? I stand firm in my sequins and tights. If you’ve never been fondled through silk, you’ve never been fondled. We’re on a swing, with our white tights. The other thing kangaroos are good at is making milk. Save the time by lying on my chest. My mountain grew as tall as I wanted it to. I can’t dance anymore. Three pieces of the self – night after night – shaken in the silver. I miss your body, I miss your perfect breasts. They are useful, more than they are beautiful. Just reaching my hand up my skirt to adjust my tights. I thought I saw a face. He is more interested in your underwear than you are. Womans must be cooled. Nobody else remembers, but I remember. You look like a Malaysian transsexual. We are both silent about the same thing. Surely it would be an enchanted domain where tights never run. Go to your fancy fire. I can’t seem to find you in the dictionary. Hey Jesus, don’t forget the Ovaltine! He would rather see you in your underwear than naked. Why on earth would want adult tickle another adult? Hosiery should not be this complicated, surely? I have stolen songs from God. My breast is pleasant and fresh. Have you seen the price of penguins? I smell a kidnapping.

Posted 8:52 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2004
The woman on the path was removing her pantyhose. Four hours for eggs is ridiculous. Tongue kissing is beautiful. You’ve never seen a fruitbowl quite like this one. I love the versatility of the organ. And an extended knowledge of glue. My fetish has also included being completely covered with opaque tights. The softness of a pair of tights. Am I sitting in sauce? At night, alone, I marry the bed. I’ll get my calendar and put teardrops on Wednesday. Or are they fascinated because they don’t wear skirts themselves? It’s going to be a fascinating jewel today. A stranglehold ensures a quiet death. I love your nylons. Three minutes ago I was watching cartoons and eating a banana. How does it make you cough? Long lovely legs for ultimate nylon or bare fantasy. You have worn stockings before, but this time it is a little different. How much to view the monument? Her elegant legs were skinned in bronze nylon. Nude lips, nude tights, nude underwear. He does not want you to take off your bra or slip before and during sex. I miss you, but luckily there’s music. Fashion has come round to my way of thinking: tights are brilliant. Pattern will look very different when stretched over your thigh. Fortunately my skull is an amplifier. He always asks you what it feels like to be a woman. My wife makes me dress in black or red slip, bra, panties, stockings. I had never touched this particular knob before. Throw me the rope.

Posted 10:48 PM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2004
You kissed my mouth as if it were my sex. Next I was handed a pair of pink tights. Tights and pumps, it makes it easier to stab her in the foot. We don’t want to have the thing going around bumping into walls. And my hope is eighty airplanes. I was overwhelmed by the sensual feel of the nylons, and the delicious freedom of bare thighs. I expressed my fondness for women in pantyhose and feet. I would pick up a pair of tights, sniffing them for a long time, beginning with the feet. Brush up your teeth. The brindle milch cows stood like blocks of juniper, waiting. It snows, and the dusk deepens, and nobody really loves anybody. It will be worth it when your man is ripping your pantyhose off with his teeth. Do you find underwear, lingerie, or hosiery erotic? Is it a kind of apple ghosts eat? You’ll just have to get a pair of black stockings to wear with that dress. I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance again to be in the same room with so many beautiful Japanese women in tights. I was already wearing the hose so next on was the girdle. Today I am in short skirt, tights, tall boots, and long jacket. But the universe still owes me an umbrella! There could be cubes the size of gorillas. Who would have thought wool and plaid could fire up so many libidos? Most recently, he experimented having sex while wearing pantyhose. She loves doing that while wearing a black opaque stocking over her head. Once I am in that space, I try to push further the boundaries of that space. This is me breathing. Or flatten my body into the tiny room where ghosts have been known to lurk. I want to have my breasts kissed so bad. It’s the screw for my warble. The golden flowers of wild radishes bite.

Posted 11:43 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2004
I don’t think mugs are legally binding. It all comes down to sheerness. Maybe I feel like telling you I liked your egg. Let me suck you otherness! Putting her tights on again, she liked her look better now. He began with the Royal Family, the Primitive Methodists and the price of fish. I can’t get a show unless you have a pair of black pantyhose. She always wanted to see a man in a dress. Courage is no match for an unhelpful shoe. That mountain is evil. I have continued to fold my clothes, and to keep my little diary. Since it was very cold that night, I should slide into a pair of her nylons for warmth. I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive. A song is anything that can walk by itself. She looks good in her fishnet pantyhose. But then you’d know how much I really need you. On a quiet day I can hear her breathing. My wife fell in the mud wearing a mini skirt and high heels. A burst buzzard alone excepted. There are these two bright blue things where my feet should be. Nippleless girls buy human body parts. A slight, bemused young woman wearing antique stockings and a vintage dress. I have better things to do than mend your vegetables. I’m an expert in undiscovered monkeys. In the end, though, the tree returns. I remember them, like craters on two moons, above the tops of her stockings. The rocking motion of the trampoline (usually caused by a lesbian who had a little too much cocaine). I've destroyed plenty of tights and pantyhose and nylons in my life. Then when I am with people I am thinking about being alone. The letter is crying. Would you dress in woman’s clothes for me?

Posted 11:11 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 2003
Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while. Attaches to a counter by suction. But it often takes decades. I was wearing a black short dress and white pantyhose. I wear sexy lingerie just to walk around my room and sleep in. You keep nasty chips. You have to be careful, very careful of her lips. I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils. Tomorrow I am going alone a long way. I always tell that joke when I'm dying. Ghosts can't eat fish. Be near me, my destroyer, my lover. My love can't be explained in words. My hands were swollen from frostbite and I could barely hold the chalk. I'm not the one who ate confetti. They believe in cowardice and sandwiches. Sonnets are wet. I shall not see the shadows. I have wasted my life. She knows how to turn a pair of pants into small boots for mice. He would wait for the chicken to cut it. My husband has a huge fetish for stockings and pantyhose and always likes me to wear them. I despise a flogging rooster. Shine sun; burn, fire; breathe, air; and ease me. Where were we before the monkey came in? A plastic rhinoceros jumped on my knee. Somewhere in the world a helicopter exists. Her breasts were breathless in the little room. I like seeing girls in tights and stockings a lot. They try to make sense of the grapefruit and the dynamite. The owner lady had her used pantyhose on her bed.