What are these things I stare at in the store?
They’re not legs or asses.
They’re moments of nothingness
that turn into frozen eternities
where the only cognizant thought I have… 78 more words
Anybody visiting the Royal Academy’s retrospective of the infamous works of Allen Jones and remains comfortable in the company of these convincingly lifelike semi-naked women in a verity of bondage outfits, should check the date in their Filofax, the chances are you still living in 1970. 547 more words