Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Deluge
"I am drowning in footwear! "
Oh wait. That was someone else's definition of a prurient dream. Apparently, it has to be vaguely associated with a panderer hawking sandals to raise money for my whorehouse.
On the other hand, I am wading in a thigh-deep cornucopia of papers. Papers. A painful inundation of papers... Ironically, I am now suddenly inspired to actually slosh around in tis quandary-inducing papers; imploring them utterly to dominate me with ropes, scourge, SM leather and candle wax. (And, my occipital lobes hurt)
Argh. The DHS papers just gagged me with their socks. The ACSI papers really did relish in seeing me being flagellated . RGS would make you hanker the chimeria in which one were blindfolded with pink underwear. Really. I shouldn't go on about it. It is monumental tedium.
cuRRent...jer
I'd be drowning soon.
¶ 4:39 pm
"I am drowning in footwear! "
Oh wait. That was someone else's definition of a prurient dream. Apparently, it has to be vaguely associated with a panderer hawking sandals to raise money for my whorehouse.
On the other hand, I am wading in a thigh-deep cornucopia of papers. Papers. A painful inundation of papers... Ironically, I am now suddenly inspired to actually slosh around in tis quandary-inducing papers; imploring them utterly to dominate me with ropes, scourge, SM leather and candle wax. (And, my occipital lobes hurt)
Argh. The DHS papers just gagged me with their socks. The ACSI papers really did relish in seeing me being flagellated . RGS would make you hanker the chimeria in which one were blindfolded with pink underwear. Really. I shouldn't go on about it. It is monumental tedium.
cuRRent...jer
I'd be drowning soon.
¶ 4:39 pm
