Audience Participation - Your Lovely Assistant

A strawberry road runs down a body of silk-flesh and milk,

doesn't want to stop touching.

And elbows of pasta grime will keep grinding on the counter tops til you clean up your mess. Carbohydrates and spinach will help your immune system, I know how weak it (you) is (are).

What can I say? I was intoxicated by a perfume of alcohol and pink feather boa dreams. Sent them through the cleaver line to successfully bind, and I've got one helluva product, I do.

Tears of sheer embarrassment sting, don't they? But hyperactive snot running down only causes confusion and disgust.

Frenzied is right! Because only my hands can help me now! But my hands were sinful, so boil the sin off! I'LL DEAL WITH THE PAIN.

No, really I will. Graciously, and not so humbly, I will deal with the pain. I will scream and shout, but never say "stop," never say my safe word, "listen."

Shaving my legs, a knack into my skin is a symbol of your impatience and a symbol of my willingness to jump and roll over at the drop of your top hat.