one faith, one baptism, two nunchucks.
my favorite movie, apparently.
We will have ice cream afterwards.
Actual portion of an email I just received:
"Brethren of the priesthood, I invite you to join with us to watch the priesthood broadcast at the UPC building at 6 pm. We will have ice cream afterwards.”
"If I weren’t working, I’d sleep next to you
an hour or two more. Then we’d get the car
and drive a while, out of Manhattan, to
a quiet Bloomingdale’s in Westchester.
If we saw anything we liked, we’d buy it!
We’d try things on, first, in one cubicle.
You’d need to make an effort to be quiet
when I knelt down and got my fingers full
of you, my mouth on you, against the wall.
You’d pull my hair. You’d have to bite your tongue.
I’d hold your ass so that you wouldn’t fall.
Later, we’d take a peaceful walk along
the aisles, letting our hands touch every chance
they got, among the bras and the underpants.”