Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sun Sandra and the Stringbean
Sun Sandra is shiny peach googley happy dance perfection.
She is a glorious specimen of the Sun God Ra’s immortal kaleidoscopic boobie hottie causing weeping angels to weep harder, and soft pleather armchairs to be groped awkwardly. By me.
Insects explode with life giving force from the presence of her misty, danty breath as she wonders if her modeling career will really take off, or if that guy at the bar was lying to her.
Stringbean sucks but who cares. Nice socks.
Sandra.
Curves of nectarine honeyberry lemonsuckle rosewater.
She makes the knowledge of impending mortality bearable for an instant. Or three.
