Love LetterDear Sweetheart,I lay awake all millennium thinking of you, your wet smile, and our tryst in the ocean. Sarcastically, I recall our meeting, how my heart sighed with hunger when I first saw you. How scaly you looked in that blue condom and those two mushy pairs of pants on your belly buttons!I cherished every moment we were together and was embarrassing when our date came to a close. I can't say how whimsically I regret spilling dish detergent on your ovaries; you were sad about it, however, for which I am grateful. You are so beautiful when you're sad.You're dirty most other times. Your eyes are like deep pools of garbage juice, warmed in the moonlight. Your cheeks are as rosy as slugs. Your lips are like succulent corndogs. Your hair is orange like a mouse on a summer's day. Your eyelids are two enormous ovals of desperation.I can't wait to lie with you again. Write soon.Nastily,Your Friend
Ulqui stroke your-I fell asleep yesterday listening to an old album that my mom had. I really enjoyed it, though I had a weird dream. It was kind of like one of the old songs.I've been workin' in My bed,All the gross day.I've been workin' in My bed,Just to pass the time away.Don't you hear the whistle pissing?Rise up so early in the morn.Don't you hear MJ shouting"Ulqui, stroke your horn? "Ulqui, won't you stroke,Ulqui, won't you stroke,Ulqui, won't you stroke your horn?Ulqui, won't you stroke,Ulqui, won't you stroke,Ulqui, won't you stroke your horn?Someone's in the Hotel room with Ulqui.Someone's in the Hotel room, I know.Someone's in the Hotel room with UlquiStrumming on the old cock.It was the weirdest dream I've had in a long time!
My dream manMy "Dream Man" should, first of all be very complex and allied. He should have a physique like Myself, a profile like Mr. Mittens, and the intelligence of a/an Rough Greensnake. He must be polite and must always remember to straddle my brush, to tip his bush and to take my spleen when crossing the street. He should move swishingly, have a/an definite voice, and should always dress companionably. I would also like him to be a/an curved dancer, and when we are alone he should whisper fancy nothings into my pelvis and hold my supposed feeling. I know a/an comb is hard to find. In fact the only one I can think of is Ulqui