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Breslin gives me his wise-teacher smile, which is kind and crinkly and would make me feel warm all over if I was dumber than a bag of hair.
Holding your cock in my hand, feeling the blood rush beneath the skin.
My head is pounding. Like the worst hangover ever.
Eyes open wide, looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye.
I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.
I feel like gold, flowing
I'm so full I can't hear.
They're having a clam-bake. They're baking my clams.
They're baking the clams pried from my steaming pond.
was working the cold up
I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.
I'm sweating, and not just from the heat. I'm sweating because the most beautiful woman I've ever seen is approaching
it's fruitcake weather!
They are resplendent, and I am enraptured.
My bazooka is locked, cocked, and ready to unload.
Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.
I'm blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.
How you feeling?" Now that you're here? Wet. I
I am enthusiastic.
I am endless.
Girl ... you're seriously crackin' a moisty right now, aren't you?
I'm overwhelmed by the thought of all the women who would pour out of me if I were cracked open: swarming like insects, bubbling up out of my mouth. The women who have collected inside me over the years, filling up my insides until there's no room left for me.
The world is bleeding.
I'm having a nice cold pint and waiting for this to blow over.
I am afloat on a sea of foaming joy and delight.
I'm leaking brain lubricant.
I'm dying, and I'm having fun.
I just feel exciting.
genuine excitement
Ll shiny cheeks and full lips.
My heart is pounding so hard I'm surprised it's not bleeding.
Disturbing crunch as
Skin is punctured for access
Sweet, warm, filling blood
I get the news I need on the weather report
And I have nothing to do today but smile
Picture me then idle, basking, plump, and happy, stretched on a cushioned deck, warmed with constant sunshine, rocked by breezes indolently soft.
The sky is raining bricks right into my skull.
Despite the heart numbing frost, my soul is blooming like spring.
The blood in my body seems to be pooling in my cock.
Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly through the ground. Once eaten in Paris, they never taste as good anywhere else.
Do you wanna see something swell?
What are you thinking in that beautiful head of yours?
I'm feeling grand. I'm on a rollercoaster only going up.
The air is hot, the atmosphere a bruise.
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
I feel myself quite wild with excitement.
i am soft again.
there is water and it surrounds me.
there is feeling and i can feel it.
i am awake and alive
and swollen and heavy with love.
i am changing
and i am loving change.
I'm just basking in the glory.
Canoodling, I see.
I'm drinking your reply. Maybe isn't too hot or cold, so I'm chugging it.
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes ...
As it flows ...
... Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do.
I slay.
I got you plenty of hats at home, Vickie, what are you doing?
I'm tipping the hat and looking back.
I'm messing with my hair, giving it an ultra-body, sexy look to go with my outfit. ('Cause, well, if you're going to go hot - make it burn, right?)
Not even thinking about anything. My mind is a blank. We just want to enjoy the moment.
I am incredibly jammy. I really am.
I got balls the size of grapefruits!
Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
Clunk all wound up and ready to go!
That arctic blast you're feeling? it's the chill coming off my cold shoulder
I am just relaxing and enjoying myself, doing what I always did.
My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.
dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole,
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
I feel like I've been split open and stuffed with sunshine.
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
My body's feeling sore, but my soul is feeling pretty good.
I have a terrific headache.
The sun
Setting
Through
Pines Trees
At the edge
Of town
Makes me squint and
Smie
Mornin', Mrs. Kyle.
I fairly sizzle with zeal, energy, and enthusiasm; eager to do that which ought to be done by me today.
You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines,
all this leprous day and then more vodka,
more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies,
the pond sucking out the throb.
I'm getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can't stop lifting it, and I love that you know.
Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Pink has officially brung it.
I know you're banged up, honey, so this mornin' all you gotta do is lay back and Ill eat you for breakfast before we have brunch.
Pressed against me, and my eyes fluttered open
Optimism / stung like grit in my swimsuit all the long ride home ...
Heart thumped from
Hatsumomo's lovely smille grew ... until her lips were as rich and full as drops of blood beading at the edge of a wound
I can feel a cool breeze blowing around me.
Be a burst of joy.
I am salivating.
There's a challenge in her eyes, making her the bravest girl I've ever met, because I will bloody well lay her down right here on Blake's deck and pick up where I left off in that hotel room. I will have that bikini off faster than she can gasp.
My head is full of seeing you see me.
I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.
Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure. I know that I'm selling my soul to him at this very moment.
How exhausted I am suddenly! - though this has been Ray's best day in the hospital so far, and we are feeling - almost - exhilarated.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
When you're so happy that you have to close your eyes when you smile so that your eyes don't jump out of your head
Indescribably delirious!
A great wind is blowing and that either gives you imagination ... or a headache.
There is ripe fruit over your head.
Mad as a fucking hatter. Jesus,
was a little excited but mostly blorft. "Blorft" is an adjective I just made up that means "Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.
Orgasms galore and sore vagina here I come.
revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.
light bright shining
Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
I want sprinkles.
It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth over. Now there's coffee everywhere.
Is that your hat or are you wearing a cabana?