the smell of eggs and hair

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

http://asheville.craigslist.org/mis/4085061272.html

i saw you grabbing away with your mealy little hands at that restaurant downtown. in my mind i was wearing a shiny suit, and i wiggled around, squirming hither and thither, screaming and yelling. horrible words i shrieked.

your bits got in a bungle, and a'bungling the wiggly bits did go, i'll tell you what.

when you squirted past i caught a wafting scent of broken yolks, your hair like a horrible thing moved past and partly into my nostrils. in my nightmares still i recoil.

i wish to cook you a dinner of eggs and hair and fingernails, and together we can vibrate like old-time cell-phones. but oily. and soapy. we will jiggle with both oil and soap.

jiggle jiggle said the wiggler, for time stops when not properly oiled.

[Boogus Epirus Aurelius]

Semantics die when angels cry.

[Kalahari Inkantation]

bump

[Samus Aran]

good bump tec, let's fucking go!!!!