ccclxxvi. many colors?

i want white out.

ccclxxv. sex tonight

stop thinking. just follow what you need. that’s how the insects do it.

ccclxxiv. come here, my love

you will be here soon, and then we’ll say the hundred words of love as part of our improvised ritual that no one will ever ridicule.

ccclxxiii. rain

why on windy days do you come down at an angle?

ccclxxii. date

yes, i am dressed badly. but when i pay off my debts, i’ll get some fine clothes and you will still not love me. however, when i walk down your street dressed in my respectable-man disguise, i won’t be carrying you around in my heart like this, thank god.

ccclxxi. fig

if you weren’t the only tree around i probably wouldn’t be quite as attracted to you. but if you could suck my dick, then that would be excellent.

ccclxx. gone, like n’sync

he went on hiatus for 18 days without hanging a sign on the door. but he’s back, but he’s back.

ccclxix. search engines rock

when people visit your site via “i want to learn how to fuck” string, wouldn’t that scare you? no? not even a wee bit?

ccclxviii. the tenth joyful mystery

we went to visit your friend who provided us with ammunition. she yapped on about her bone structure and stared at me like i was a vietnamese girl with norwegian hips. we were now, candidly, ortho.

ccclxvii. my shadow

i’ve had it carrying it around on the end of my shoe. but we need some space for a while and see other people.