While it was slow at work I took up a pen and made a list of what I want; all of them were men and you were not on this list. I was feeling lissome and had sore spots on my face and the list went like this: 1. Aaron, 2. Brent, 3. Rahul, 4. Kennedy, and there were a few other names on this list too. This list was composed in descending order of want.
Often times I will return to the pastime of writing Roman numerals. This becomes mechanical. You wanted me to write them out of order and I am smart but not smart enough for that.
"This is all a fad!" you shouted at me at the H+M flagship store on Michigan Avenue. You needed new shirts and new pants, new everything, I may have convinced you to go. I abhorred the black and white too, and thought that the colors were pallid or sallow, but that was not the time to tell you, indeed I knew it was no time to tell you anything at all. Now, had I brought a book along and stayed up in a corner reading it would have been 'the Virgin Suicides,' because I'm am now reading first novels. Then, I would have brought Umberto Eco.
Why has my penis become erect? I'd need a servile wire or a cattle prod to tame this thing. It is eager to become a parent for the reasons that a penis would; I would reconsider Wyatt.
