Last night at 59 minutes after the hour, I was half-awake and starting to semi-dream that Chloe was bouncing away on top of me. When I started to hear some young girl screaming really loud in the distance outside my bedroom window. The screaming got louder and louder, as I began to realize that it was the good kind of screaming, and not the Green River killer kind.
Before I could fall back to sleep, the screaming and shreaking sound came to such a loud type-A climax that I was completely awake enough to finally figure out that it was Thursday morning's garbage truck that had some kind of a serious squeaky brakes problem. As it stopped and goed over and over along 192nd Ave.
Eventually I went back to sleep and started having a rather rare dream about Penelope Cruz riding with me in my 1981ish ACCORD. And all I could think about was her tight little 29ish ass that I had noticed when she slid into the small passenger side bucket seat of my old car parked in the driveway of Grandma Sanders' place in North Seattle.
No doubt about it. It was about her prophetic big budget civil war in Virginia role in her 2005 north African SAHARA prophecy about the time when WAG THE DOG meets Libya leads to the WAG THE DOG II nightmare sequel in EZEKIEL 38.
I don't know how to say this like the polite ROMAN HOLIDAY missionary gentleman that I once was circa 1972. But what a rare morning female screamer treat to go with your rich morning espresso and dark chocolate pastry. When most women would just gag at the idea of fucking and sucking you before their eggs and bacon and a long hot shower.
And I am not suggesting that Cruz is some kind of crazy method acting ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST love making genius. I'm just saying that she has become Woody's FFing muse in all of his de facto Bucky Larson porn movies because he knows that she loves me.
GSR meets TWN
CONFIRMATION LINK:
http://www.abc.net.au/worldtoday/content/2011/s3339371.htm
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