Thursday, February 10, 2005

Fantasy.

I begin to stroke sculptures in a chelsea gallery. It is very exciting for me and other gallery goers begin to stroke as well. We stroke each other. This lasts for hours. Many people join me.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gross me out the door. You are nasty. I would never stroke a sculpture with a man who smells homeless. Don't kid yourself. Nobody would.

mountain man said...

no, no, you misunderstand me. i was feeling badly but really i am a sexy sexpot of a young 32 year old man. a hotty!

Anonymous said...

how can you expect me to believe you. you are a turd. You pork donkeys. You have chickens. You don't just live in squallor. You are squallor. I didn't really think people like you exist. Now I know better. I want to stay home forever so that I won't run into people like you.