And a hot dog would be suicide. I would just wink out like so many stars, born again, a specter among heartless giants; anxiously awaiting the magnetic shift from zipper to kiss.
i had a dream about a pretty girl that i like. her hair is short and dark and she looks smiley and smart and i want to meet her for reals. my mom had a dream about a little monkey that she strangled to death and it was me. in monkey form.