Your face parts have something missing I say. It is indiscernible what exactly that missing part is but it threatens to send the rest of your face sliding south towards your feet. You could kick them up or round and have a nice time of it. You could smile as you kick your teeth out and bloody your lips,
Maybe you could look at women’s skirts at work underneath the table. Just subtly place your feet under the next desk. No need to creep around the cubicle or flick your head above the partition to look down your colleagues shirt just have a look up her skirt. You can also capture the food scraps she drops as she eats her lunch. Sustenance of the foot to mouth variety.
I think I love you. The size of your nostrils. How little your head looks in comparison to your feet when seen from below. The slightly acidic waft of your foot odour. The way you slip off one shoe to scratch the athlete’s foot between your toes by rubbing them on your calves.
Ronnie Wood just waved to two Frog Men from mars. Don't believe me ask Sally his Girlfriend or his mate with the car and no neck.
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