bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
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bichoose

Monday 11th June 2012.

The month of June is already galloping away from myself, the locked horn in rimmed  spectacles whispers to me,my Transvestite self is doing perhaps most of the whispers in this galloping of days..yet i am fine it is the only way a transvestite can be Fine, for beauty lies beneath the mind in cabbaged lipsticks,Yet no amount of lipstick can hide the thoughts as one pulls up the wrinkled stockings...in no longer asking why, but perhaps then again for how much longer, in  extracts from the second hand in the mounting ticking clock.
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