Monday, April 14, 2008

1937.

The dry palmettos rustled loudly in a small wind.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"could you really make love to me after turning me into a chicken
& back again?"

"i never said anything about turning you into a chicken. maybe
we'll advertise you as the man with the incredible singing
organ."

"a man with a penis that sings?"

"i never said that."

"anyway you look at it angie, your asking me to become a geek."

"the world doesn't need anymore
politicians, imams, priests ot
preachers sam. the world could
needs geeks. the world needs to laugh."