Wednesday, May 26, 2004

caught between the sagging crone-tits of a dilemma

No, nothing deep-- I just happened to like that image. Other images I wish we used more often:

speared on the icy dick of fate

tossed about inside the ball-sac of chance

trapped inside the moist ass of confusion

suffocating in the vagina of doubt

impaled on the stiff nipples of inevitability

licked by the leprous tongue of poverty

skull-fucked by desire

smothered by the perineum of ignorance

beaten about the face by the clitoral hood of jealousy

smashed to pulp by the boulder-like testicles of predestination



Okay, maybe that last one was over the top.


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