Sleep Dirt || Comments
I have a present for you, you can have it after a margarita, and a few words of friendship...
It's nothing much and I dont expect anything in return but a smile and a hug, I know you hate book keepers, but how do you feel about surprises?
If you were real...
Too much talk.
Talk that trash.
Know this: I'm your biggest fan, and not in the Kathy Bates sense.
J
good, my ankles couldn't take that again!
`So you think you're changed, do you?'
erg.
he took the hookah out of his mouth and said...
`So you think you're changed, do you?'
"What size do you want to be?" it asked.
"Oh, I'm not particular as to size," Alice hastily replied; "only one doesn't like changing so often, you know."
sex, you & me, right here on the floor, now 
Is there anybody who doesn't get the licks backward thing?
Let the bunnies hit the floor, let the bunnies hit the floor.
The sun disappointed me so I crawled under the ground. There was neither night nor day. I did not know when to sleep. My sandwiches ran out. The temperature was even. I could not be alone - an animal was always bursting in and with a muttered apology was gone. The same with insects. Yet the cool earth was to my taste and up above like madmen life went on. Only once did I return, for some underwear.
'Scrabbly Hard Touch'
A cock's claws are not fashioned for intimacy, for tenderness. Does the cock know this? Does it, quietly in the hen house, caress the hen's breast? In the semi-light, the old hen in the corner, eyes rheumy from the sting of droppings, trying hard to remember a claw's light hard scrabbly touch. A moment of hot delight illuminates her and she leans back in the dark with a soft cluck.
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