Your Dreams
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The universe according to you is a shoe box in which we're deceived to thinking planets of atoms and stars of the holes in the cardboard. Your guardian angel lives under your bed with a big smoking double-barrelled gun to run down nightly the demons in your head and a happy beaming smile just for you when you check underneath once in a while. It is also occasionally true that if you do not rise to your feet to relinquish your seat for the pregnant, the young and the elderly, it is because you are truly and deeply asleep. Curves, cleavages and secret bulgesGrunts, sighs and wet sucking noises thongs, cuffs and leather G's flushes, sweat and sheet-burned knees and that's why you hate secretly the biblical concept of virginity. You would like to be reborn as a forest fairy so you can bathe in a droplet of morning dew cradled lovingly upon a dimpled leaf. The dreams that you dream you dare not reveal but if you ask me, I believe you.
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