butane beauty |
The greasy light of the city crawls in through her small window and pauses, as if it were lounging around at his excellency's disco awaiting fondling. The fever has wrapped i...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 17:20:00 GMT |
There are not alot of things more splendid in life... |
...than a perfectly ripe white nectarine.
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:02:00 GMT |
I fell up the stairs... |
...and it hurts like hell. I want someone to come over and take care of me and my huge eggplant colored knee, which will become a pond scum algae colored knee which will become a lovely garish un...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 19:36:00 GMT |
