can’t sucker my gut, throw them at the moon and face the shiner you’ll get from her…
she’s no wall flower, no standby fuck…waiting for the report card, hoping for high scores…
she’s the galaxy girl with roman candles firing up her skirt, burning all her edges, swirling like saturn’s rings…
jupiter’s moons gossip about her as they go round and round, pluto hopes to harden her natural baby milk bottles, see them pop up like solar flares, mars is on fire, grumbling in his night air…venus watches over her plushy love nest lair…
I gotta ziplock of leftovers too 🙂
I’m doing my best to out breed them sons-a-bitches.
Now I gotta try to find the diary. Is it in the numbnut section?
interesting entry franny!! *S*
*LOL@lilith*
That’s one of the most intelligent entries I’ve ever read 🙂
~Fury~
sigh. i just don’t know what to say.
goodness, franny! your keyboard is smoking 😉