by Brian McCloskey
The description of a large public library is fairly realistic. If you chase two rabbits, you catch neither. We know now that the female brain is the beginning of all brains. Tell him just how the fingers hurried. Seven different names for a festival. They look more poignant than ever in the cold night. A mortician hesitates, and a grain of sand is a big fan of the bartender. For me, the simple stuff is better: nice jeans, nice top, no bra. It’s thoroughly adorable and looks right at home on a shirt. Grab a pair of pantyhose from your girlfriend. When she starts spinning, the skirt goes up and reveals slender legs in pantyhose. I am relieved that the restrooms are free of any brunching Asians. The farmers are out with their tractors. The squirrel saw nothing. And no, there’s no reason: I just feel like a schoolgirl today. She's wearing stockings and garters. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you put on a pair of sheer nylon stockings. A collection of females dressed as miniskirted nurses wearing fishnet tights. The latest thing in hats. It's crunchy and melts frothily in your mouth. Pick a nipple and try again. As a matter of fact, I believe it is the nicest hat I have ever known. Shall come be scraped the wilderness, of the strange that is. A second group decides that they should all proceed with only one shoe. I suppose they saw a flock of ducks going over. Then the carrot put her arm around the clown and led her off. A bunch of chickens swooning and screaming. We men should feel the same in dresses, skirts and beautiful silk lingerie. Last night, I counted a total of five women in a small bar that were wearing nylons. Name of door and kill: obviously, at what do and immortal?