Deflocculate

My life's shattered into a million rainbow pieces.

And speaking of posteriors being firm like granite or shiny like marble --
Me(in an otherwise degage manner): I think I fancy someone's butt; no wonder I always trail behind...

Caveat- Don't let me walk behind you, ever again.

And ugh. I am having nightmares about my new Literature tutor quite abit lately. Some insight to those horrible dreams of mine, everytime I close my eyes, I somehow see that silly bint's monumental backside, which is as ill-defined as a malformed placenta, perenially suspended in a scandalous motion, (like how Bernie would put it) forming rhythm, breaking air. I feel like slapping her for that, too. But she has an overtly nice personality and I believe somewhat a modicum of a warped misconception of me being all nice and homosexual. Well, even the GP geriatric perceives that way too. Ouch. *Slaps head somemore* Everybody thinks I'm kinda gay. Maybe I should annunciate and advocate asexualism and apathy from now on. Ugh.

*Goes play with Gravid Women Toy Action Figure. *



cuRRent...jer
What's that alliteration all about?
  ¶ 11:16 am