urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mechaniquemary mechaniquemary mechaniquemary 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mechaniquemary:3897 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z Last night I dreamed that I was watching a very young Frank Sinatra sing and dance his heart out in a movie shoot. He was really on fire, and wowed me with his razz-ma-tazz and his all-that-jazz. He also was naked--and although this didn't seem to be holding him back, he was finding ways to avoid putting his genitals in full view.<br />The director told Frank that he needed to loosen up, to let go his inhibitions, and give the camera a good full frontal view. So, he went for it--he turned right around and finished the number with his penis swinging to and fro right before our eyes.<br />However, there was something odd about his penis: instead of being accompanied by a pair of testicles, it was emerging from the depths of a huge, gaping vagina. The lips of this vagina were the size and fullness of a pair of large testicles, and were doing some swinging of their own. And the whole package was an unnaturally deep purple, and covered with curling Italian pubes.