Vintage Fendi December 26, 2009

To the meekish faux-ginger with ghost-cream skin and Anne Frankish allure. You live amongst the soulless scum, but with babies that bark. To lend a helping hand is the least I can do. In fact, I have bigger plans for you. Nevermind your mismatched socks, nor the skittish confidence you present to the world. You are a vintage Fendi bag in a good girls attic with no place to come but here. With us. The other good girls that see your original brass latches are still in good condition.

Haunted Futon December 12, 2009

About a fortnight ago, I obtained this Futon from a fat lady in a cashmere tube top. I needed a place to rest, as my sleeplessbag nights on floors had slintered my soul. “An thingy with many uses, other than sound sleep,” she said, “Youcin betcha that special dream will come and you will be real happy again, from the inside out.” Wishes did materialize and new dreams do emerge.

Creepy Kakebuton’s require little to no maintenance and can only benefit you with it’s healing properties and otherworldly knack for reading your mind.  You’ll be unhandicapped, but bedridden in a  cocoon of lucid dreams. Your somniloquy is beautiful.  It can be yours.

Serious inquiries only.

Lovers should be Lovers December 1, 2009