Tuesday, April 19, 2005

La caravane humaine, au Sahara du monde

It was fricking hot today.

Spring, transitory as always, is passing just as soon as it came. This time of the year (when all the flowering trees have lost their masses of petals) reminds me of coitus. The expectation and excitement is quickly over and it turns into another animal: blind thrusting.

I hope for a long and pleasurable summer.

2 comments:

Larn said...

so true eddy, so true.

Ms Bees Knees said...

Spring just bent you over and made you her bitch. That's sexy. [Oh what's that? What's that I hear? Oh! That ME sashaying now! OWNED!... *kiss lick*