November 2nd, 2001

ink in water

manray

was fruitless.
I was hit on, I think,
by a fairly coarse, short,
almost constantly inebriated
sounding girl.

(I'm so very horny at this instant.
I could do a singularity)....

now, here's a vision for you:

short skirt (black), very tall,
girl)...one of those yellow
books published by springer verlag
in tow....

(gone, Owen)