when he bought me the bike |
Cowgirlbike is my new lover.I slept with her buckskin seat close to me,to my face,her soft clean cow hide smell,rem/in/i/scentof my girlhood,three floors up,in the attic where my love is shownto only ...
Posted by Jill Torg on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 01:57:00 PST |
battle for the planet of the she-apes |
Today could be a good day to take over the world with my mannequinarmy.
I will descend on the cities,and storm the beacheswith good tidings.With articulated fembots,constructed in my Image.They will m...
Posted by Jill Torg on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 01:49:00 PST |
haiku |
The front of my dressstained from yourfurious rubbing.
Posted by Jill Torg on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 12:23:00 PST |
potato |
Working at the mentals again today.I wonder what fresh hell awaits me there?My boss told me that there was a guy on the back porch who shouldn't be there,he had been banned,and he asked me to tell the...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:48:00 PST |
bob |
Things they say to me;The boy with the golden brain says that the reason he is so loud is because he hit his head on the porcelain sink four times..."I wouldn't mind wearing a helmet,but I prefer play...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:47:00 PST |
cannibals |
She comes inin the afternoon.She is wearing leather hot pants and worn out espadrilles,too small, from the free box.She is resplendent in silver jewellery.The lady who owns the native art store down t...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:47:00 PST |
stories |
She is telling me stories of when she was a little boyon the reserve,in Alberta,before she became a tranny.I am often amazed at the intestinal fortitude of my clients.She is telling me about the day,w...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:46:00 PST |
silverado,why don't you come to your senses... |
She comes in wearing a silver plastic bag over her clothes...I say"Hey,I like your shirt!"..She responds that she is wearing it to lose weight.I don't seem to be able to explain that as soon as she dr...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:43:00 PST |
drown me. |
i was laying in the tub this afternoon,with the window open,the sun was shining,there was a cool breeze licking me,laying there,shiny,wet and soapy.A moth had drowned in the tub,it had beached itselfa...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:40:00 PST |
chemical man. |
He weighs about 280 pounds.Shaved head,obsessed with semi precious stones and chemicals.He goes to the flea market every weekend and buys rhinestones,onyx,agates,tiger's eye necklaces.He expounds the ...
Posted by Jill Torg on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:41:00 PST |
