Saturday is excellent
at undressing the stiffness in you.
It releases your easy-going bent,
and reveals the sultry woman too!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Acceptance
Your mom called me today
When you couldn't pick your phone
She thought I would know if you were fine
She left a full moon in my face
When you couldn't pick your phone
She thought I would know if you were fine
She left a full moon in my face
No Eating in the Bathroom
The dashing artist was perplexed aplenty. Were his uber-skilled hands so beslimed, nay, begrimed? He shot back in his chair, and threw the woolgathering waiter a corner-eye dart. Was the tongs-wielder trying to scald him?
Our friend had asked us to dinner in a Chinese restaurant – her birthday (at thirty, she’s as lovely as a lily). Her happy, little crowd was lawyers, bankers and in-the-process-of-becoming-self-made people. She’d brought the artist along for the outrĂ© appeal.
When the steaming, tiny, white towels made their wont appearance, the manicure-haired artist was alarmingly out of it as to what to do with them, until he saw us take them in our own un-artistic hands. Kiz and I thought it so cute, after calming down from the stitches!
Our friend had asked us to dinner in a Chinese restaurant – her birthday (at thirty, she’s as lovely as a lily). Her happy, little crowd was lawyers, bankers and in-the-process-of-becoming-self-made people. She’d brought the artist along for the outrĂ© appeal.
When the steaming, tiny, white towels made their wont appearance, the manicure-haired artist was alarmingly out of it as to what to do with them, until he saw us take them in our own un-artistic hands. Kiz and I thought it so cute, after calming down from the stitches!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
The Mermaid
I saw a mermaid at the beach
Sprinkling show crystals on the sand
As the beach boys all and each
Watched their manliness a-grand!
Sprinkling show crystals on the sand
As the beach boys all and each
Watched their manliness a-grand!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
The Hype
Thirty minutes after the act
I know it for a frigging fact
That all I thought I lacked
Is nothing once it’s cracked
I know it for a frigging fact
That all I thought I lacked
Is nothing once it’s cracked
Friday, September 12, 2008
The ‘Bottom’ Line
You cannot tell if you’re in love until you’ve farted in each other's face, and laughed yourselves senseless! I heard this on some raunchy Russian drama on BBC radio. At the time, it felt like I was eavesdropping in shock on an unfolding scarlet scandal. But, now, I love it!
The bravado of breaking righteous wind in the hallowed presence of one you care crackers about, is even more wonderful because it tests their delicate senses, and their romantic vibes for you!
The almost imperceptible parting of the derriere crack, and the slight flutter and fall of the clothes at the point of impact; the thunderclap or power drill that brings the eerie, uneasy knowledge of what comes next; the tale of what last went in the mouth catches you on-the-fly, making you pinch your nares.
The choice: should you feel affronted? Violated! Or should you let loose laughing, and log on to the feel-good factor?
The bravado of breaking righteous wind in the hallowed presence of one you care crackers about, is even more wonderful because it tests their delicate senses, and their romantic vibes for you!
The almost imperceptible parting of the derriere crack, and the slight flutter and fall of the clothes at the point of impact; the thunderclap or power drill that brings the eerie, uneasy knowledge of what comes next; the tale of what last went in the mouth catches you on-the-fly, making you pinch your nares.
The choice: should you feel affronted? Violated! Or should you let loose laughing, and log on to the feel-good factor?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Dino Control
Under her mundane, abbess dress, Accra holds many puzzling marvels. One such is the way some of her people think. Today, at a hotel, my friends and I only craved to have the TV switched from the news to the England-Croatia game. By management rules, they had to summon the hotel electrician to do it. If it takes an electrician to change a channel on cable, it should require a molecular physicist on top of his atomic game to unscrew a light bulb, no?
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