I discovered a new kind of brush yesterday, a sort of turd-looking brush whose effect pleased me enormously. "Two words," I said to myself, "CARNIVOROUS RUBIES." And then, "Two more words: HORNY TOENAILS." I snatched this line from "The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews," which is a poem about being sexually devoured by nature.
Monday, June 25, 2007
TOTAL CHAOS FOREVERMONTH: Amy Clampitt
I discovered a new kind of brush yesterday, a sort of turd-looking brush whose effect pleased me enormously. "Two words," I said to myself, "CARNIVOROUS RUBIES." And then, "Two more words: HORNY TOENAILS." I snatched this line from "The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews," which is a poem about being sexually devoured by nature.
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Dear Trish,
I love your carnivorous rubies and sundews. You attempt to dip your toe in turd paid off!
Jee Leong
As it so often does, Jee, as it so often does. The little piggies love mud wherever they find it.
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