my arms have been replaced with gelatnous molds of gummy worms. the ants located 3 cm to the left and slightly above my right kidney, march their way up to my optic nerve for sensual massage. this occurs 15 minutes past the hour, every other hour excluding jewish and hindu holidays.
the up hill battle against plaque is has finally reached the tipping point. young males in sweater vest come calling with bibles, with which they start lovely living room fires for us to romance beside. sometimes we luck out and romance inside the fire for extra paradoxial sinning pleasure.
