Love, Beetledee & Beetledum
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Toast One to Death
It's new, these aspects. Here's one suggested:
An ode to those discussed, extensively, with strangers.
Vulva flaps.
Vulvular flight, revved up and glistening.
Oft-lofty expectations of hermaphroditic platypi (platypussies).
Beetlewar on Last.FM
Have a go.
An ode to those discussed, extensively, with strangers.
Vulva flaps.
Vulvular flight, revved up and glistening.
Oft-lofty expectations of hermaphroditic platypi (platypussies).
Beetlewar on Last.FM
Have a go.
Labels:
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hermaphrodite,
platypus,
poems,
sex,
vulva,
vulva flaps
Entry of a beetle
I thought there were beetles. There were beetles in the bathroom. Instead, a reptilian beast scurried along, beetle innards trailing from his depths. Strobe upon strobe of jelly intestines. What else could anyone possibly hope for? Greed. Dignity. Bacon.
Comment and I'll write you a poem about anything you want.
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