My happiness is at the bottom of a used tooth paste tube, it takes some effort to extract some.

I’m going to add some zz to snooze as soon as i arrive home.

We hug and unroll the rug of our friendship.

...caressing her lips with my thumb as they are surrounding the most telescopic of my organs.

Sandwiches have nothing of a xmas meal, they just feed your impatience.

There are still no curtains in the rooms, still no sign of eccentricity.

Wear a hat and your hair goes flat.

I feel like a numb number from a crumb of my slumber.

She is just drunk and horny, and skinny, so skinny, as thin as a steak from a Mac Donald’s burger.

I’m still in bed writing this, lying on my back like an omelette in a pan.