I would like nothing better than to leer into that façade masquerading as a face, fumble lightly with his shirt and tie, and then spit directly into an unsuspecting blue eye.
I would have sprung onto that horse, but my calf, a sudden spasm, left the kind creature perplexed and utterly empty, devoid of weight, watching my grimaced face and folded frame.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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