Saturday, July 28, 2012
You think the same?
There were times, I have wished the strangest things.
Like, imagine waking up with a cotton container
That could soak your bad dreams and shower little jets
Of purple flowers, so they never come back.
In my bathroom, right next to the shampoo, is the sex box that
Foams out of the sun.
I can strap off a gender, when I am done.
Dress it, pimp it up, glue trashy rubies, deck some perfume on. Off. On.
On. Off. Our groins are no different.
They are electronic.