Tuesday, 19 December 2006
the bucket was empty...
...very empty really. quite dreary. positively dry. ohmygoditskyle! kept wondering what the purpose was of it all. was he here to devour the delectible misty... have an affair with the luscious pandemonia... maybe even have a quick shag with the charming osservatore dela gente. but he knew it would not happen. any of it. the time was not ripe. we were young. we were inexperienced. and we wanted to discover all of it. this gift was so tender and nobody in that room knew quite how to deal with it. so they decided to NOT do anything with it. so they sat and ohmygoditskyle kept on staring at everybody, hoping that somebody else would make the 1st move...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment