Boy Laughs And Computer Burns

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Is it wrong that I own more tights and stockings than pants? A milk bottle is almost exactly like a song. I've saved the descriptions of chicken sandwiches. But even the clay had turned away from her and had refused her love! I start with a big block of words. More people should wear cotton. Leave underpants in drawer because hunt actually concerns tights. They're roasting a pig in there now. Did it ever occur to you that she might be inconsolable? From your cold breast your rigid hand. Some basics for her seems to be black tights. I wonder how those tights would play in the suburbs? Disguised as her brain, a rococo lexicon. I have somehow summoned the moon. I don't know what ignited me. They're not clever and they're not furry. She rewards him with two thousand kisses. It's hard for me to remember a specific cake. A blue dress for intuition. Things go better with a team of penguin minions. A cool red rose and a pink cut pink. They're woven with metallics that can give a black dress all the shine it needs. Are the stars tiny, after all? She swooned, collapsed beside the upturned bucket, weeping like Jill. How much do you actually know about pantyhose? And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads. I am Jill's nipple. We loved each other so much it was a pleasure to grow old. A cow looks nervously at its eye. I stretch out my arms like two streets. I am confident wearing short black dresses, striped tights.