Sunday, January 31, 2010

Perishable Delight

Taking a door knob right in the face, as good as the hangover after a mouthwash late night party, she corrected me the whole time, it wasn't acceptable so I took her by the thumbs and hammered three thin gold platted spikes right under her fingernails, the blood piped even faster in between heartbeats and her index finger worked like a sprinkler system, I felt a cold stroke and some sweat running down my forehead...
- She's still twitching..... f...u...c...k!!!!

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