Guy who always falls asleep at the end of yoga class (29/261)
Limbs stretch to infinity, skin slides away, bones dissolve. I sink into bliss. Suddenly, across the room, a crescendo of pigs unearths the mother lode of truffles. Suffused with venom I slither back to my body, vowing eternal damnation on the snorers of this world.
posted by Helen @ 8:14 AM
5 Comments:
"a crescendo of pigs unearths the mother lode of truffles."
This is so describes the SNORE (my husband's included). You should get a special prize for this description. BRAVO!
Eeks, how do you sleep at night?
I don't.
What I do instead is write and rewrite my little 365-ditties.
this was poetry in motion, and so aptly described the transition from bliss to venom ... expertly crafted!
Oh. my. god. This is perfect! (And I have at least one yoga friend I have to send here!)
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