I'd love to slot it up her sporty vagina, and lick the racing stripes on
her ass. To kiss her fruity blond mouth and lick her big bunny-white
teeth, trail saliva on her tanned cleavage, jet on her creamy philtrum.
     But, in the container, the drink is curdled and loathsome. She has the
molecules of dumb anger, the trivial notations of workadays, the
uncommunicative eyes of denial. She is Masses, not Mutant. She is one
with the spreading asses of the masses, and her tastes & proclivities do
not cleave unto those of my Unusual.
     But, Oh! the golden hair of the jodygirls! Shimmery gold like
eyeshadow from the 70's. The snarky wisecracking white teeth, big
grinning dental armor, designed to keep in truth and out penises. Gold
like a ground laser lens, a lens ground gold glass by a laser, bits of
gold flakes in a matrix of emollient — cocksucking in the 70's with the
jodygirls. Oh, the fun of the cocksuck! While the wongo women whip
women's lib, the Whileaway Women relax in the cocksuck! Getting stoned
with hairy men, then going down for fun!