Envy Me Not My Pinkish Discharge!!!
This is a spider foot!!!!
Christ on a Cracker! I was just sitting here
choosing between posting possibilities when
I remembered my dream!
It started with a woman suspended inversely-like
an upside down spider-by her arms and legs,
from a set of basement water pipes while a man
was slowly penetrating her vaginally.
She had a serene look on her face and she was dressed
(half dressed) in the fashion of the 20's.
what the hell!
The dream then proceeded to portray a story
of a brothel (the 500 year old ruin which we
are rebuilding and in which we live was a brothel)
and how the women and men who work
there have a murder mystery to solve.
Note: I always have fantastic and frequent dreams.
But the whole pregnancy dimension brings much
greater clarity and storyline fluidity.
When I awaken from dreams like these I know
better than to recount them to my Beloved.
There he is, faithfully recurled around me after
my many trips to the chamber pot, and all i want
to do is kiss his sweet cheek and pour hallucinagenic
dreams into his ear in less than perfect French.
He worries for my sanity. But at least he no longer
worries that I am secretly, and really, chemically imbalanced.
He just sees me as a precious and individual flower.
In other news: the pinkish discharge is back
and I'm puffing around wondering whether
or not I still feel pregnant and balancing anxiety
with chocolate and wild cat cuddles.
Makes one want to buy a sonogram machine.
In cheerier news:
I don't shop or buy clothes unless my old clothes
are squealing from the smell or filled with holes. That
said, my new favorite piece of clothing that I picked up
in Brooklyn is THIS!!!!!!!!
You know you want it!!!!!!!!
Envy me not my pinkish discharge! But Envy Me, Envy Me my BATMAN BOY'S HOODIE!!!!!!!!!