Clown Ecstasy - Red Rose and Nose
Waves of yellow cigar smoke inflame the hairs of my nose. Semen stains and all, just another day. You could suck my garden hose. Sparks and mowing down the clown. Yet I frown. Blue magic in a purple fantasy. Live in an RV. All this meant for me. Math and Geography become one into the rain dripping... Sign in to see full entry.