2004-05-04 - 12:19 a.m.
imagine little tiny microscopic black guys prison raping your pore's collective assholes
or a sewing machine set up above your arm and coming down but not in..not puncturing the surface...sewing over and over and over and over..
or someone sprinkling stale sharp crushed crutons down like angry sandpapering christmas snow for the holiday
like undecided pain.. not delving, not digging, not cutting your skin deep like you beg it to.. just laying right on the surface, a little sharp point of indecision.. go down..go in.. go DOWN.. go IN..
like a professional tickle fight with toothpicks.. like a steamy hot sweaty piece of love muffin in tight bikini cut cotton panties hovering over your face so you can just catch the scent of her musky flesh.. but not close enuf to taste.. just gyrating over your face ..over and over and over.. and never moving any closer or futher away..
like little angry tin soldier crabs marching back and forth , up and down your arm, with spikey spiney coral legs..
AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
poison ivy is ruining my life.
