a sweet violation
Today Carmen spent ten hours in a two-hour zone in downtown Halifax while I was busy having my world thoroughly rocked. I'm going to take this parking ticket and frame it and hang it up on my wall.
We Canadians have respect for the Fourth of July holiday. We just skip all the stars-and-stripes business and go straight for the fireworks. I would have sung "Bombs bursting in air" but after I came for the fourth time all I could manage to say was "wowww eeeee."
Sprawled out on the carpet. A prisoner of pineapple and chocolate. Willingly trapped, deep in the lair of the beautiful and deadly cock assassin.
Tonight I drove back to the country with my entire body vibrating. It hasn't stopped yet. I have been taken apart and not quite put back together again.