everything begins, and ends, with an orgy. everything is better with lesbians. the funny thing about birds and trees is that if the birds aren't getting it on then the trees don't get to reproduce. even piloting a giant disguised in fur through virtual bowels is not enough to dampen sexual urges. when an author loves a subject very much, he pulls out his pen and begins to tentatively stroke the pages with it until he believes that he is performing satisfactorily. he then dives in, eventually, sometimes fairly quickly, sometimes after only a few words if he's a poet, covering the pages with his ink in what he hopes is an experience as enjoyable and climactic for the reader as it is for him. sometimes there is no climax, which can be a frustrating experience for everyone - although there are always some people who appear to enjoy it anyway. sometimes, if lots of people are enjoying an author who is taking his time, he will die before finishing and that will leave a bitter t...
this just happened again - my cheeks still hurt from our laughing so much as i accused pg by reading this poem at her loudly and theatrically :D
ReplyDeleteit was only after we'd initially settled down that i realized that she was hiding more in her other hand. she claims that she was hiding them not because she doesn't want to share - but because she doesn't want me to see her eating so many marshmallows.