Saturday, May 10, 2008
The Spider Seller
Noreen
Her hands twitch, unable to stop posting shite, her bikini waxes never cease, hoping to cleanse herself of all bodily hair, and, of course, Freud is to blame.
Spiders, spiders, 8 legged, eye balls like glistening morning dew
See? Looking at your dad's cock has set you off.
Don't fucking start off on Nietzsche next will you...
Noreen
Spiders are interesting creatures, unto themselves. The only problem is,of course, if they join you in a bed they find it as an opportunity to dine. I've found, in the past, country living expands the dangers of meeting arachnids. It's always prudent to check the sheets before retiring. Too, a schphitz of insecticide about the room, now and then, can't hurt either. I'd rather they're balled-up, dead, somewhere, than being able to join me on my nightly drool.
---And who, in their right mind, goes about "selling" spiders?
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