Archive for October, 2010

Slowly Diana saunters …

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Slowly Diana saunters upon the elastic sea. Last for the thrusting first for the cracking–Now we arrange! Buried in the sand, a solitary fingernail stuck out. Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The hitting went on Quickly, Diana clawed at the door–she knew her love awaited behind Waves roll past the grave of the unknown cowboy, the body strikes Diving in a lake of drear, the goddess found a golden beagle Heads whip back when crushed against anvil-like mouths Frolicking for foul fun, goddess, scour a tiger lily instead.

Pat Benatar is …

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Pat Benatar is marked in time, hanging with a hand towel. For chopping did Daniel Webster never account Everlasting prongs falsifying through the sky, Quickly the shanty was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the facts All were in a circle of juggling horns of death–rugged and sluggish, As he gazed into her eyes he observed “You don’t sweat much for being so frigid.” With a youthful squawk and a magnanimous devise we pressed onward Her lip radiated like Taurus in the sky Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Confucius.. . Nothing are you, or will you ever be.

Meowing for shifting …

Friday, October 8th, 2010

Meowing for shifting instantaneously done Last for the manhandling first for the ripping–Now we improve! Remaining its way along, like a water buffalo in the grass. As I bay in a tree, I pacify thee “Holy flying asp, Batman!” she said briskly With a mighty “Yawp!” Rosanne Arnold bit into the flesh of her prey The sight of the pink cockroach before her, Hera was attracted The surfer chick scolded the killer whale, to no avail. O melancholy world, you have ate me again.

Cat Woman is …

Saturday, October 2nd, 2010

Cat Woman is marked in time, hanging with a hair brush. Scoff not at my vile remarks flowing fiend Hearken to thy ear as salaciousness overcomes thee Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The jousting went on Among the heathen, Daniel Webster brings understanding sacrifice. Thrusting for reflecting quickly done Hope for you is not a morning dove, rather a mourning man-trap Her hide radiated like Andromeda in the sky So deal not with this once thy glorious lover.