Friday, May 8, 2009


She was rosy, and blushing as she did
an evocation of everything any man
holds dear.

"My words travel at too fast a pace,"
he confessed, adding how it was necessary
therefore, to control the flow.

This is Ridiculous, she laughed internally.
Even if your words go that fast,
they never actually kill anyone.

It is only if you use your *hand* that you will kill anyone."

"And we don't really want to kill anyone, do we?"

No, we have already found the best sushi in (midtown) Manhattan.

"Shall I put on the video about the Jeffersons?" she said, releasing one button on her blouse.

I receded into my personal cave. "Yes, please."

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