By the guppy
Date: 18 December 2000
who's a flake?
i thought i'd write something about you being a snowflake...i was digging on that metaphor, you see...the up-sides are about beauty and individuality and a certain sense of freedom...and then i got to thinking about snowflake love...and how much it must suck to be falling from the sky and seeing that one snowflake that gets all your sparkliness sparkling...and sharing flirtatious conversation during the decent...only to be blown horribly off course by some haphazard wind...and end up on the peanut butter and jelly infested tongue of some five-year old...and the last vision you have is of that one really super sparkly snowflake that makes your little crystalline heart go pitter patter being tossed into some sick snowflake orgy...body on top of body...millions of 'em...at least six inches worth...
so, you're not a snowflake...i'm a snowflake...and you're the tongue of that messy-mouthed five-year old...hope you weren't expecting something shakespearean...
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