I drew a fat little cupid on Diane's naked ass one time -- the last time I
got to be with her. I stalked her through one of those services: she's in
Vegas now. I fear she's a hooker, or worse; she was borderline schizo, at
least. Maybe she's moved over the borderline and into that country proper by
now.

Schizophrenic angel. You can see her blonde nudity in much of my writing. Her
lank blonde hipbone magnificience in the flow of my writing. The harmonic
flow of my labia writing. It's for your labia, your nipples, your anus.

Oh you and your tearstained advice! Climb the advice with a pick and
crampons. Listening to the Crampons on your MP3. Scaling a mountain of advice
and crags of good intentions.

The fat little cupid cracks. I would draw cupid on her cunt next. I yearn for
her hot ass crack, the bounty of her perfect white bottom.

Do you want to shakazulu me?