Thursday, December 27, 2007
Old Cactus Head
Oh, Old Cactus Head! What wacky hijinks did you get into this time?
She is a chain link leather fence of my love. Her pouty vacant stare says, “I do not poo.”
I know that, Brunette Sex Spirit of the Netherworld. You cannot poo. Poo does not exist in your perfect, clean poo-free world.
You haunt my waking hours with your otherness. Your boobies strain against leather boundaries to simply say hi.
“Hi.”
Hi boobies straining against leather fishnet.
“How are you?”
I’m fine. How are you?
“Pretty good.”
That’s good.
“Yeah, I know.”
Me, too.
