You, yes, you, Sara. You think I move the stars for you? I move the stars for no one. Sara, Sara, Sara. I have reordered time, turned the world upside down- and nothing, nothing from you. Not even a hand job.
Look at me. Look first in my blue eye, then in my brown eye, and tell me what you see. Do you see a 47 year old man? Because that is exactly what I am. A 47 year old man who sashays through the space-time continuum in a sequined Elizabethan-inspired ensemble and a mullet of Aryan blondeness. Do I look to you like a man properly socialized enough to handle sex with women his own age? Even if I was, in this Kingdom of knee high sock puppets, where would I find such conquests? Your teen pity sex is the first, last, and only hope I have. Sara, Sara!
Does my peach frost lipstick not dazzle you?
But blah blah the baby, you're 14, whatever. I have turned the world upside down, and I will turn the world of age appropriate sexual relationship upside down if you'll just believe in me. Trust in me. Dance with me under chandelier made of ribbons inside a crystal ball after I give you a roofie peach. Just like Mick and I used to. Fragrant days! I can make a crystal ball bounce. My kingdom is full of chickens. I can catch the edge of a ledge between the high heel part of my boot and the sole part and flip gravities. You kind of have to see it to know what I mean. It takes a lot of energy and strain, and as you can probably see my codpiece is under enough strain as it is. Don't make me move the stars. Time yes. Space yes. Legal age of consent, yes. But stars no.
I move the stars for no one!
Ahhhh, the power of the babe!
the power of Voudu, who do?
You do; remind me of the babe!
...DANCE magic DANCE...
Posted by: Willa | April 07, 2006 at 04:22 PM
Sara Espinoza...the universe revolved around you till' i pulled the plug.....you missed your chance...but don't regret.
Posted by: SE | September 25, 2009 at 11:00 PM