She walks in the room flicking her hands and eyelashes because she's arty. She wears a shawl in some kind of bright Eastern colours, just so she can talk about artistic things.
I want to fuck her because she's only a work of art when she comes.
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Friday, November 10, 2006
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11 comments:
oh man, brilliant.
thanks cj - may not be to everyone's taste, but wanted to post it anyway. I love this place as an outlet for the little flashes that come to me - crude and otherwise.
How in the name of ball sacks does this relate to me Ruk?
I had no idea who she was, nor do I now. But just knowing she is art, makes me want to fuck her too!
I found this blog surfing.
This post got my attention.
Good blog.
violent!
prick - it relates to you in so many ways - perhaps so many it blinds you.
kevin f - I have no idea either.
renegade eye - thanks - and hate to be mercenary, but please check out my ordinary blog too.
raghav - violent, maybe, but if you changed 'fuck' for 'make love to' in each case, then what would it be?
answer to item four to rahgav. fucking good!
Well, at least it's honest...
Me too.
We got Frank Zappa here...
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