you wouldn't want a still life of my nightstand. really.
rope, stained and unstained tissue, two pairs of smudged eye glasses, a cougar-shaped lamp, a vibrator with hair stuck all over it because it fell on the floor, a couple Abraham Lincoln's both face down, copper tails in the air, a reese's peanut butter cup wrapper, and the smell of Astroglide.
stick to fruit bowels, Rembrandt.
like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
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Without pants? Love the title.
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