Slugs for Panda

(…they make the same sound as turds when they hit the pavement…and I think they have the same kind of sex as snails…)

First they like to start with a bit of sleazy funk music, perhaps a little

Los Amigos Invisibles

You know, something to get the juices flowing…

and then….

Shpronnngggonnnggggonnnnggggonnnnggg

…they bounce down

stretching languourously

on their mutually constrained strand of mucus

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blue things come out of the sides of their respective heads

co-mingling so….

bluely

as they entwine gracefully tangling

and dangling

in mid-air

phphphpllllllaaaaaaaaatzzzzzzz

…slowly—

eh-eh-eeeever so slowly dropping onto

the ground

under the airy bed

of their copulation….

SSssthlip.-.-.-*pop*

then “she”

(or at least my wife insists it’s a “she” even though they’re hermaphroditic

because “she’s” the one left in the wet spot while “he” has kissed and ran

            ….well, sort of just slurped off)

snips off that string–the last severing act of their

long

longitudinal

drop of lust.

Disgusted?

Revolted?

Yeah, I was too.

But you couldn’t stop watching either, could you?

It all takes about 18 minutes or so.

I have 67 glossy, digital, time-stamped images to prove it.

I keep them with my etchings.

Would you care to come up and see them some time?