Tuesday, August 4, 2009
You gotta sit there and enjoy my dick
The only woods around. My forest is totally parted along the Seam of Clarity. A sudden wilderness shrouds Hollywood around four groins, post-coitus. Shaded shame shook Shirley, but Seamus surely shouldn't shake so Betty can ravel the tapestry. Studies sheath the story; findings from journals say: "The masthead is reaching its zenith by default; it's like no one even thought it could be so erect." Pyramids around my Meliville idea betoken the illusion that Meliville was in me when I travelled to Egypt, Maine. In Egypt, things moved my attention. People in Maine moved quite the ordinary thing.