A short weekly episode on blunderbuss brand of bedding.Monday: Blushing to show off, combining
a razor-sharp side-look well refined
by previous marriages.
Tuesday: Electrifying with fugitive rustle of those
ruffling eyelashes sparkled by touches of
the manicured reddish nail-love
Wednesday: A 'Haven't we met already?' with one cutely
honeyeater smile, coated in extra sugaring.
Thursday: After a cooled beer, 'Just a stroll over the sandy beach '(Interior monologue)
where I could judge if my pinky white soles impress competently.'
Friday: 'No icings. Your mouth tastes good gin. You quack. Eat me before I eat you.
Saturday: 'Because of you ... because of your brand of fucking. Bolt the door and get lost.'
Sunday: Never remind me to remember any thing. down the phone. I am recharging. You..Fool.
Try if you can or find someone to summon .
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