The Fruit Bats- When You Love Somebody (hatstamp whiskeyandgoatsmilk )
my doll with only one eye (result of tea party ‘88, never forget)
my doll with both eyes who can wet herself if squeezed hard enough
my uppidy doll that thinks she is better than everyone and is lucky to even get to sit on the floor and better watch her bitch self
my brother’s g.i.joe, who sweaty and just back from battle, is delighted for a chance to sit and talk with such beautiful, young ladies and “certainly would like some tea and maybe if some one could rub my lower back that would be great…no lower…and also rub the front”
happy birthday to jim and me.
The trouble with pleasure is the timing
it can overtake me without warning
and be gone before I know it is here
it can stand facing me unrecognized
while I am remembering somewhere else
in another age or someone not seen
for years and never to be seen again
in this world and it seems that I cherish
only now a joy I was not aware of
when it was here although it remains
out of reach and will not be caught or named
or called back and if I could make it stay
as I want to it would turn to pain.
my favorite part of my kitchen these days
