faeries

someone asked me a while ago if i ever “did” the green faerie. the answer, of course, was yes. i did her again last night. that and the paint fumes were the only things that made dubyah and the endless mind-numbing applause breaks bearable. this particular faerie was from france. i know, i know, but she was a hardbody and smelled like licorice. and, really, when have you ever seen a faerie that was overweight?