Wednesday, October 22, 2008

EYECONTACT EYECONTACT EYECONTACT SEX

Currently finagling a dyad of demoiselles with my thesaurus prose--arch.

I'm the crypticteur. Bow to me, strumpets, for I am puissant.

[Something, something alluding to the flavor of the week.]

3 comments:

Urethra Franklin said...

KEEP IT.

Scrambled Fetus said...

Haha. You caught me just in time.

vampire red said...

I am many for I am none.
Last night, Thursday, just before 2 am, California blue line station, your friend stuck a tampon to the bench next to me. We talked about my birthday, and I was most unfortunately off to work, no play time for me. You, the exotic temptress with the long black hair, the "fuck me already" eyes, and baby soft hands. Come meet me for drinks, it still is after all my birthday, or perhaps on sunday night, for some simple conversation, a few drinks, and those seductive eyes.

Eye contact, eye contact, eye contact, and lots of hardcore sex.