part tew

It was a quick trip back to my place.

The road curved up around the trees like a gentle lover against their mate. My friend and I listened to japanese showtunes, her favorite and oh to my liking at the moment, my adorable jalopey whisking quietly along the path towards the future.

"Do you live in a big house mister."

Oh, the eyes. Looking at me, into me like pinholes housing mythical insight and vision, piercing through everything with the fantastically skewed guidelines of innocence. All the while singing the oriental oratorium of sounds I could not understand at all.

Those japanese sure are NUTS.

For some reason lots of little girls are obsessed with them. Well, personally, if it makes them at all like the japanese in bed, I think we should hurry up and spoon feed it to 'em their primary source of education.

"My house is beautiful, you'll love it lil missy. Just you wait and see."

"Will we get to do the molesting once we get their mister."

"We'll see."