Wednesday, October 22, 2014
pesto
¶ 5:10 am 
You think I am fucking around well
guess again there is no time wasting less haste more speed. I ought
to have thrown that one at them instead of letting them nod over the
grammaire in front of their eyes slapping against their foreheads as
waves against a shore. Are they willing to get on board and ask
questions? Am I? Were we just kidding ourselves when we said we felt
tall tickles under the armpits and in the nether regions? Get your
Lederhosen on boys we are doing dancing with words. Squvqge l'ail
d'ours: pesto presto. Get out of doors and start scratching at
orifices. I would love to kiss those lips. Trop beaucoup de temps:
c'est dommage. C'etait toujours bon que je danse dans le circle des
amis.