Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sea Swamp
I stepped in a sea swamp of smashpooery. A slimy, slippy surging tidal flood of wankscrotiforousness.
Mandanas and tatts absconding with the last vestiges of my humanity.
Lost Bleethed hotts drifting on the solar winds in search of habitat.
Alas amidst the Woo Hotties lost to the rejects from the casting call for Saved By The Bell: The Unemployed Years, I spy a shoulder.
A shoulder of suckle-worthy suckle-worthiness.
And even Thumbs Up Kissy Mouth couldn’t swamp the sea ever-more.
For shoulder suckle is like boobie hottie suckle thigh.
It provides hope in a sea of anemone pee.
