gossamer Crain Burns greetings to a day with a perfunctory grin, a pious six inch hard-on, a panolply of horrid breath, and to the penurious women who lays on my left. untouched, unyielding, unloved; she stirs from the touch of my hand between her soft white legs. she moans and gives me a foggy "no". I go to the kitchen to make a garlic and onion omelette. 040406 what's it to you? who go blather from