Friday, April 13, 2007
Angry Young Poo
Well, at least he’s honest.
I haven’t seen three scrotey mugs posing that awkwardly since I got lost in the Turkish section of Brighton Beach while trying to find Coney Island. Stupid F train.
This little Persian flower may find herself amidst three angry young poos, but she is certainly in bloom. I would nurture her delicate petals with rose geranium essential oils, then dance Natya style to Indian musical numbers with six thousand extras until it faded to black just before we kissed.
