if you could only see the way i popped inside

there is nothing worse than bad porn. and there is no worse porn than when couples get into the business. "oh hunny are you ok?" "you like the way that feels?" look im not spending precious hours of my life watching eccentric marriage counciling, i want non communitive grunts and that funny slapping noise and thats it... ok the occational weaking strung together plot line can come too. i was given these words: wisdom, vintage, fence, dolls, psychic, down, want , private, served , effect, homes, frequencies and told to make a sentence with all of them. so i made this: like wavering radio frenquencies, at times, in private, my want to feel the effect of my vintage wisdome outweighed my foresight, as it no longer sat upon the fence, or tumbled down as my dolls once did with a strange consistency that not only served to promote the notion that i harbored psychic abilities, but that the homes in which i was raised were somehow blessed beyond that of the average dwelling see this is what i should do for a living, people need to pay me to write and sing. thats the plan :)