Monthly Archives: November 2012

I’ve been trying to figure out just what it is about you that reaches me in that special place that is only for you. Someday, I hope to understand my feelings for you. I want to know what it is … Continue reading →

History will reflect poorly on this show. The reviewers will not know what to make of the self-reflective nature of the words or the hyper-critical tone of the narrator who surely could have spent more time on the content and … Continue reading →

It’s important that you understand that no matter how much I love you – which is quite a lot like, two loads, actually – what I love most about you is your long, lovely lustrous hair. Your hair is what … Continue reading →

You cannot tell me what I can steal and what I can’t and possibly expect to enforce it. The very nature of crime is that of defying rules that others put down. If you outlaw theft then only thieves will … Continue reading →

You stand before shutters longer than necessary to realize you can’t get in. The door unavailable, you will not enter the laundromat today. You are slow in recognizing the facts as you were slow in arriving, dragging that bag blocks … Continue reading →

The girl clacking down the street in her loud heels and promiscuous T-shirt could be the girl for you. She has the potential to be everything you’re looking for everything you’re dreaming of everything you’ve ever needed but she cannot … Continue reading →

When you deliver the waitress to my bed make her dress for the occasion in jewels and stilettos and the finest gingham apron my riches can buy. When you deliver the waitress to my bed ensure that she understands just … Continue reading →

When the DJs make the dance remix of our love with that pulsing rhythm track bursting out the gate, full of explosions and thumping bass, pumped-up horn blasts and those tickly tight keys teasing all through, will it be an … Continue reading →

You look like a rock star’s girlfriend: porcelain slutty gorgeous. You look like the sort of creature that adorns the arms of the very best that popular culture has available from whom money and creativity flow like lava from an … Continue reading →

All right, she said, you can fuck me but you better fuck me well. It better be worth it she said and then continued. If it’s not there will be no repeat performance. You can fuck me now, she said, … Continue reading →