Not actually.
I want to paint your dismembered ear with shellac and wear it as a brooch. Think Van Gogh meets Hellcat Maggie.
I like Operator Please... listening to them makes me feel as though I've snorted three lines of speed and am swimming against a rip.
I like candy canes in the post Christmas sales. Reduced holiday candies are the best.
Forty year old women with smeared lipstick make my heart flutter. Even more so if they're also wearing gloss.
I want to slap your face with Ed Gein's penis... if I can get a grip on it *snort*.
I'm a mixed bag. Of tricks... or kittens.
My mind is a jar of buttons, some are shiney and pretty and make you smile but others are nasty faded plastic, cheap, tacky and ugly.
I like three words at the moment: quixotic, chitterling and twig.