cullen

Warm tea, toilet paper, and latin music. All my dishes are clean. I told my mom I love her. I await only rain and missed buses. Spring and lovers commence to create there happiness. I am content to watch. Awaiting a opening for a audition for the fall guy in the next secret agent film. I listen to shelly berman albums backward as I chemically digest burnt hotdogs. I long for those past days of the victorian lasting perfection and women without any supple flesh showing. all sexuality covered with a reversion to less than graphic verbal depictions of our "beastly" desires.
LONG LIVE SG