April 18, 2004

  • There.
    There, there are a lot of bad girls.
    Barking like wild banshees upon the woebegone beaten paths of caged tigers.
    Furtively fulfilling like dung beetles rolling a sacred scarab for the presumed pharaoh.
    Unfaithfully becoming lest sex become a bequest for America’s Most Wanted.
    Proxy babes, they are.
    Moxy perfumes sleuthing the forensics of vampirable men seeking tittable  mummies.
    Ah, well am I, nonetheless, nondescript.
    So sublimely seeking the magnificence of Nefertiti.
    So attentive.  So watching.
    Unsettled.

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