Saturday, February 6, 2010

the adjectival snow

Snow day, snowed in, in bed, all day, fond of Hank the Cat, books everywhere, books on Hank, Hank hates perfume, likes my pheromones. Wish I had a tub so I could take a bloodbath. Coffee aftertaste satisfies like mashed potatoes and meatloaf. I like things with delicate chins. I want this and this and these. And maybe these. Why anatomical hearts are everywhere. Why vampires. Why chastity in Bright Star is hotter than sex. Why snow, why Hank?


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