thats beautiful. You gotta take pride in the things that give you pleasure. Whether food, music, Intoxicants, Latex, or molded glass

hey..i'm a glassblower ya know...

I wrote this tonight in Martina's journal:

"I walked past a beautiful young woman on my way back from the store today. She reminded me of Aphobia. She was wearing a summer dress -- a good choice, as she has great calves! After we made brief eye contact, I deliberately dropped my gaze to her legs, and kept looking at them as she and her friend passed by. Can winter finally be over at last?"

I live in Edmonton, Canada, which is a long way north...

i was at a bar called the dead poet tonight.
they have a drink called the dead poet and i didn't
order it but the menu said said it comes in a special glass
you get to keep. i was craning my neck to get a glimpse
of that dead poet glass. can't i see if i want what
i could keep?

dead poet glass half off sale

edited addition:
sorry this came off sounding more cynical than i meant
i liked yr glass story.

[Edited on Apr 10, 2005 4:59AM]

That just made my morning!

bow to phallix

oh my.

You can't go wrong with poems about sex toys.

[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 2:32PM]

your glass poem inspired me - I now have a new toy - actually a rubber one (with a suction cup on back). This I can attach to my mirror. Then (*@!!!&%!%@))
I can penetrate my reflection - rock against myself while I am inside myself)

(serpentine6767@hotmail.com)

yikes