Thursday, December 7, 2006
The Newt
For halloween next year, I’m going as this creepbag. No outward signs of douchebaggery, but just skeezy enough to make me feel uncomfortable even being in his digital pixelated presence.
But why am I really posting this pic?
Hottie.
She is as clear as an unmuddied lake. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. I want to listen to Beethoven and dance to Gene Kelly movies. I’d even suffer the Ludavico technique just to watch films of her parents playing chess.
In short, I’d nuzzle her goodness for a weekend, then take a long nap.
