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Sunday, April 01, 2012

She keeps Moet et Chandon in her pretty cabinet:

"Let them eat cake" she says, just like Marie Antoinette. A built-in rememdy for Kruschev and Kennedy. At anytime an invitation you can't decline. Caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette. Extraordinarily nice. She's a killer queen: gunpowder, guillotine. Dynamite with a laser beam. Guaranteed to blow your mind anytime. Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite. Wanna try? To avoid complications, she never kept the same address. In conversation, she spoke just like a Baroness. Met a man from China, went down to Geisha Minah, then again incidentally, if you're that way inclined. Perfume came naturally from Paris - for cars she couldn't care less. Fastidious and precise. Drop of a hat she's willing, as playful as a pussycat; then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas. To absolutely drive you wild, she's all out to get you.

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