Hey all. I was hoping to have a new article up for you tonight, but then I accidentally knocked over my Kool-Aid cup of Cocoa Krispies chocolatized milk and spent the next two hours cleaning that mess. I think I’ve gotten most of it, but I’m still finding patches of stickiness in unlikely places — my monitor, my headphones, my windowsill, etc. It’s like cleaning up after a bukkake shoot. Ugh.
So anyway, in lieu of a new article — for those of you who actually read the blog! — here’s a beatnik poem about chocolate milk. You supply the beat.
I want
you know I want
to spill choc-o-late milk
allllllllllll o-veryou
I want the brown
stick-y flu-id
to seep in-to
your ev’ry crevice
and thenI want
(pause to nod to the band and wink at the audience)
to flip you up-side down
and pry apart your folds
and clean
that sweet, choc-o-late-y good-ness
from your bodywith my wet pa-per towels
of love
Thank you, thank you. Barring another unforseen accident, I hope to have a new article for you tomorrow. Ja ne.
Mmmmm…. chocolate flavored bukkake….. =d~~~~~~~~~~~~~