when he stares, her mouth quivers and tiny droplets... beads of sweat tremble down her spine. when he is taunting, he is kidding and he is masking and faking and she is regretting.

you! you romanticized porn! be the death of this all! there are no more truths to be told. we've drawn the last and shortest straw. take a left at the plank, dear. show us your teeth.

make time for me on wednesdays! wake up and feel my heart's strings! where are all the pretty boys!? they are all around me!

you! you forged, distant land! "commence upon the circuit"? was that the quote? you draw your needy screw and taint my rusted vessel. 9 to 5, my dear. 8 to 10 and so forth... show me the alcoholic on the weekends.

his lips touched hers his lips touched hers his lips touched hers his lips touched hers his lips touched hers his lips his lipssssssssssssssssssss. touch touch toca toca toca speeeeed.

influx vibration- gradiant persuasion... need not my invasion. you are my divine; you are my divinity.

for the golden girls [forget your television]: i'm going to marry a man they call mister. a man who wears a white collar, who works with his head, not with his hands.