The Writer |
Their faces glow with nonsense. Writing furiously I try to distract them. Make them take note of my witty obversations. My stomach growls with bile. They turn up the volume. I turn down my writing. A ...
Posted by A Poor Man's Fantasy on Sun, 27 May 2007 10:31:00 PST |
Smell |
Smell
I can still smell her. The mixture of Chanel and pussy. I've been with birds for longer, you know. I've been with loads. My friends can fuck themselves when it comes to how many women they've h...
Posted by A Poor Man's Fantasy on Sun, 27 May 2007 10:10:00 PST |
Snot Sandwich |
Snot Sandwich
I just sneezed twenty times. I counted them. The seventh was particularly loud. Outside Mr Mad is cursing. The fourteenth had the most spray. There are no tissues. Everything is covered...
Posted by A Poor Man's Fantasy on Sun, 27 May 2007 10:07:00 PST |
