She was a big, heapin’ woman, our H-E. She ran out of 9 East 71st Street weepin’, big tears,

Tears into her blue jeans, blue tears, presumably, running down her rouged cheeks, smearing her blues as the rouge of her cheeks smeared tear, and tear, not to speak of teet.

H-E’s modeling agency suggested H-E tweet to her fan base, with a peak at her teet, as she tweet.

Quothe H-E’s famed teet, as it bleat, so sweet– because there are milk sugars.

There are milk sugars pouring through pores, or those distinctive openings, tubular openings, visible on teets,

Teets erotic sweet, good honest, dietetic, homunculi, nutrient packed, including– antibodies!

Plus proteins– you don’t get proteins in your Wheaties, per se. (There are a few proteins in grains, don’t get me wrong.) A bowl of Wheaties, properly served, is drenched in milk.

Big heapin’ woman, our H-E, run out of 9 East 71st Street, an Amazon, H-E was that big. She was humungous, huge drips of good honest human being milk dripping hipping slipping silent night honey, a fortified milk shake,

If, that is, she’d been fertilized. Or inspired. Her darling head had gotten laid on an eider down, satin pillow case, head case, laid case, stomach case,