It’s as if I feel that what I want is forbidden.
Do I dare disturb the universe?
The proof is in the pudding.
Do I dare disturb the universe?
The proof is in the pudding.
I make plans to try to get it, but who am I kidding?
I always fear the worst.
But what do I want, and how is it forbidden?
I always fear the worst.
But what do I want, and how is it forbidden?
The word that comes to mind is stallion.
A stallion is a male horse who’s got his testes. But the proof is in
the pudding: Do I want to be a stallion, or ride one?
A stallion is a male horse who’s got his testes. But the proof is in
the pudding: Do I want to be a stallion, or ride one?
Near Death Valley, I saw a herd of wild burros—
the stallion, named Jack Pot, and two mares.
Feeding them was forbidden
the stallion, named Jack Pot, and two mares.
Feeding them was forbidden
because their teeth and hooves damage the prairie
flora. Everyone feeds them anyway, of course—
they’ll eat the spotted dick right off your countertop. if you let ‘em.
One lady had to chase Jack Pot out of her panel truck.flora. Everyone feeds them anyway, of course—
they’ll eat the spotted dick right off your countertop. if you let ‘em.
So much of what a donkey wants
is forbidden!
Life is desire pudding.
