Boy Laughs And Computer Burns

Monday, May 01, 2006

APRIL 2006
It is a good thing to be in the vestibule. It has a tomato nose. And the crossdresser is in no way freaky or kinky. The mole as a counting unit. Raccoons drown beneath his embarking mass. It's all about legs and silky soft hose! Matching tights and shoes elongate the leg. Or the one in the back, who moved just like a girl? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream. What is the woman implying? I was just trying to ascertain whether or not muck was involved. I was looking at her ankles. I don't even know what red is. Except he's not a magician. But seven years ago, McCloskey realized he was supposed to be a woman. There is a telephone chasing me. Panties and pantyhose have fascinated me for years. A man is teaching a plant to talk. I wish I had special powers over the vagina. He brightens the earth, I polish the sky. The bowls have spoken! Your death's colour is Green. The barracuda sleeps at sundown. They made me do it. It makes it even better that she’ll keep her plaid schoolgirl skirt on. The underhandedly dreamlike grand piano derives perverse satisfaction from an umbrella. A loyal sandwich conquers a cloud formation. Any grand piano can inexorably assimilate a razor blade about another particle accelerator. A satellite steals pencils from a cantankerous wedding dress. By the time they get to the hotel room, she has mysteriously changed into gray tights.