a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

June 28, 2003

The bag smelled like an ungood food event had been going on for some time, but that did not keep the puppets from doing their ass-dances right down the pillow and into the pool. Someone would have to clean up their mess sooner or later, since by itself all it did was sit there and whimper, but no one was stopping anyone in the middle of an ass-dance.

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