You open your mouth for me and I enter...
You close your lips around me...
My in-and-out motions are sometimes slow and deliberate...
Sometimes they are fast and furious...
Sometimes they feel fabulous...
Sometimes a hair or two get s stuck between your teeth...
I always leave a white fluid in your mouth...
Afterward, you rinse out your mouth and spit out that liquid...
Sometimes you swallow it...
Sometimes you notice the taste is not that bad...
Sometimes your mouth feels pretty good after the whole thing is over...
You ought to do it once in the morning after you wake up and eat breakfast...
Then once in the evening before you fall asleep...
Hey...
Get your minds out of the gutter...
I'm your toothbrush...
(Photoillustration from the goodhousekeeping.com site).
At least in English.
It's one of the few I've read that DOES work because it fits the 5-7-5 syllable scheme and has a succinct message.
Here it is:
I am done trying.
If you want me in your life,
let me know. Good bye.
I found it on the net and wrote it down. Now, I present it to you.
Back in October of 2008, I ran a cheesecake picture of this actress...Brittany Murphy.
Earlier this week, I remembered the picture when I noticed that a story about her last days was on the internet.
Murphy had died in late December 2009 from pnuemonia, anemia, and prescription drug abuse. She was only 32 years old.
So I read the story today and was surprised at the sadness in her last days of life and also the praise she got from critics from her acting.
If you want to read the story, please click here.
It's sad. She was beautiful, especially her eyes; I'm a sucker for a woman who looks like that. Or at the least, she was a cutie.
I knew she could be make a decent living through her looks, but I didn't know that critics like Vincent Canby, Roger Ebert and David Edelstein, said she had the talent to be a good actor.
I won't provide a link to the earlier picture out of respect for the departed.
RIP, Ms. Murphy. You need it.
I've been working on some psychological issues in my life. Some of them weigh heavy on my mind.
The general/colliquial word for that is baggage.
And we all have baggage. It just depends on what type it is:
- Louis Vutton;
- Samsonite;
- Big black trash bags held together with silver duct tape.
The moon is watching...
Hey...
