Thank you, Louise
This is exactly, exactly the feeling. Head unhinged from body, helpless, flayed; eyes rolled inward, regarding brain and laughing at the prospect. The only thing missing is the drool, which is implied.
LB! How did you know?
posted by sloth @ 5:38 PM
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Of course, Ham Paw! Even your chosen name suggests a certain knowing. Salty-sweet, pink Ham. Candied Ham. You are lovable.
something inside bekons me inward. It looks like a tongue.
It is all true. I love this image. Very post-yesterday. Slothy my love for you grows furtively, always below the floorboards. You are delightful.
hi slothers! This is this morning's communte. Oppressive air at 9:00AM. I fear. Might as well be in the beige today.
The book "Please Kill Me" is a must. It is a trash read, lots of gossip, but was interesting and enraging simultaneously. I recommend.
hello slothra,
are you still in need of the wax teatment? I have an extra straightjacket. . .
hi sloth! i hope you are slothing peacefully today. the hots are almost over and soon i can remover my tinfoil cape.
Hi FB! Log is fully air-conditioned, thank goodness. The darkness and the dankness are a relief from the brutal and merciless heat. Sloth has a cape, too, made from luncheon meats. It comes in very handy sometimes, especially at lunchtime.
Hello Gothra, Yes please with the wax. The Kitty on artisticthoughts is making me jealous. And a fantastic straitjacket, like this handsome blue one:
http://www.economist.com/images/GA/2003w48/jacket.gif
pd, Louise Bourgois is the queen of Sloth's heart.
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