Symptom: to kiss and to be kissed.
Cure: send them.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
f r th se tr cky s mpt ms (June 13, 2007-December 31, 2008)
$1.00
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(159)
-
▼
August
(32)
- The assignment
- At some point, you gots to go
- Cousins, coussins (cousins, cushions)
- 333
- Film
- And then we all fall down: for yesterday
- Pie charts for missing volumes
- La santa banca
- The little shutter in your brain
- Some say it's pornography
- They were active smokers well into their 1970s
- Spider legs and ghetto blasters
- Leave it there
- Being fit to print
- Juvenile starling named Baby
- Spider veins and Hot flashes
- What is luxury?
- Does a Russian Olive only speak Russian?: On the S...
- Acequia Madre: The Mother Ditch
- Herbal remedy
- X marks the spot: "Gomez Was Here"
- Le baiser du larron: the kiss of the thief
- For FANG: she may eat alone
- How to treat floating
- P.S.
- Lorsqu'un portrait s'exprime: Yeah, I'm talking to...
- Clean slates and livraisons
- The sure-fire cure-all for absolutely tout
- Symptom: the time-space dichotomy has shrunk to a ...
- Lay your head
- How to go from reality to fantasy in 24 hours
- Damn, man-or- This ain't no Honeycomb Hideout
-
▼
August
(32)
BlogCatalog
4 comments:
miaaw...
Dear anonymous,
Could you repeat that, please? I sense many different symptoms in what you say: hunger, fear, titlilation, contentment, lonliness, perhaps boredom. You have a lovely voice, however.
doctorwild
I want you.
Dear anonymous:
Can you please define "you"? That is merely a pronoun
Post a Comment