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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Wednesday, May 26, 2004
caught between the sagging crone-tits of a dilemma
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