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Not writing about not wanting to write about not wanting to write.

The anticipation of what’s to come is almost better than the coming.

A brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.

My cock is hard. Your mouth is wet. It’s simple, really.

Sometimes a single word says everything that needs to be said.

I don’t love the words, but I sure love the act. A meditation on the inadequacy of language.

I eat your pussy because I’m hungry, not because I’m generous.

The massage parlor offers certainty. The bar offers something better, but almost certainly not.

Two principles I try to remember: it’s almost always more useful to ask what *we* did than what *you* did, and more useful to think about what *I* can change than what *you* should.

My grammar, you’ll have noticed, is perfect. My experience with a recent editor, not so much.