Monday, November 11, 2002

T is for the time we spend,
each day like a minute going too fast;

H is for the heart I give,
for the love inside I have gladly amassed;

O is for the order,
my life is my own with you in it;

N is for the nurturing,
because you my growth knows no limits;

G is for the giving,
I’ll give until all there is is gone;

Together it spells thong,
won’t you at least try it on?

I swear I just want to see you wear it once. You put it on, you never know, you might even like it. I don’t see why you won’t even try it on. It doesn’t mean you’re a skank or nothing. Just to spice things up, come on, I’m begging you. I just want to see how it looks and maybe take a few pictures.

TV Repair
Fat patterns pulsing in stitches of static, erratic and plastic, the spastic display. With a bang and a kick and a "cheap motherfucker!" an emergency side-slapping repair is performed.

Claw
We walk, hand in hand, and one more hand like the hand of love, a third-wheel who won’t take a hint, we sit in sand, sand in my shorts, ass crack!