Been working hard on a new routine. My Suzys have really been a savior. Knees are flinging up and getting my heart rate going. I'm free and sweaty. Not thinking about bills or cheating wife. Everything focused on routine. The myriad of details are insane. I start with 2 1/2 hours of Suzys with a subtle butt slap to check and make sure big ass billfold aint flying from wind-short pocket. Next is a cabbage patch move with my nails digging deep scratching into my chest. Dancing beast I am. Lots of emotion in my dance.
Hip Hop tunes is not an avenue I want to go down with this routine. I need a killer, maybe just a whistle jam I record myself on a cassette. Yeah, a whistle jam will do good during my 30 minute horse trot flash dance run in place step. Weeninny sounds like a horse as my hands make a megaphone to amplify a hay eating colt. Then for the grand finale,30 minutes of a heart pounding gallop with massive billfold checking ass slaps.
Short stories, mini-fables, whispers and notes of nuisance.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
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killing me
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