Ash Baskets, Behind You
12.24.06 (9:19 pm) [edit]the taste of your face in the place i maced
is friggin' with the stiggin' of my riggin and mind
nowhere to be found but in the electric prune underground
i could never have too much to dream of you
Halt!
power and gory details of the story that i lay before myself each mourn the other
to feel to know the retinas that glow from my monitor thermometer temperature rise like the fool between my thighs
when i taste you from afar
damndamndamn i play dead paul's ram and dream of the backseat, the whackmeat, the flackstreet, the dank wretched waste of my soul, the hole, you fill with your wonderous taste
love
i know
posted by: da9ve (reply)
post date: 12.24.06 (6:50 pm)
Going through a Tony Bennett phase, are we?
posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 12.24.06 (6:57 pm)
I'm still stuck on the whole damn Beatles thing. Thanks a lot. If it weren't for the commercials on my TV, I'd still be stuck in feeling-sorry-for-myself-land.
...may the old crow fly and drop cans of PBR at you feet. ;)
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 12.24.06 (8:17 pm)
Tony Bennett? I fucked him!
Ahh, the Old Crow does fly....
posted by: Stone (reply)
post date: 12.25.06 (11:37 am)
That was cool, Doug. I liked it.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 12.25.06 (11:42 am)
Thank you!