Oh man, i said it's gotta be better than sticking pins in yr soft bits and ending up under stiff cotton coloured green. you said, don't make fun of me, i am having the time of my life. i was very worried, thinking of how we looked, stockinged on the lawn, shifting hips a bit. the breeze was highly ropeable. vines rattled in it and dust scuffed some of the sky until it rained. indoors, we pouted with dried geraniums, then split scalp-sprouted tresses for knotting each other's throats. the power was out until five.
my nerves are big trouble now. the old font is better.