Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Whenever I ride in a suffocated minibus..

.. the nauseating aroma of a Woyala's shoe reminds me of the sticky, sweaty, smell of a mattress after sex, with it's wet spot, it's ludicrous sounding joy of only a moment ago, the joy of pushing and pulling at someone pushing and pulling at you, the tv, the light, his butt, her hair..

Does this mean I got the potential and imagination of a would-be author or is my English worse than I feared?!.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Girl you Rock!!!!

mi said...

ahh. nice comparison.
great analogy.

Anonymous said...

i love the way u describe a good f***.very original.particularly the wetspot thing. maybe if i am not taking things too far u could also think of some comparison with a woman who is having her periods having sex and leaving a spot on the bedsheet.

Anonymous said...

yes, it does mean your english is bad. but i don't think you feared that at all....
~your biggest fan