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I know it’s hard, that you’re concentrating, but I want to see your eyes. I know the angle is awkward,[…]
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I know it’s hard, that you’re concentrating, but I want to see your eyes. I know the angle is awkward,[…]
Read moreOn a stool, in Starbucks. Brown cowboy boots, to mid-calf. Bare, pale legs. Red patterned cotton dress, light, soft, draped[…]
Read moreI enviously have been, um, appreciating the photos of breasts my fellow dissolute, Hyacinth’s readers have been sending her. And[…]
Read moreClick here. Hat tip to a nameless friend for showing me this bit of funniness.
Read moreSome years ago, a voicemail that Alec Baldwin left for his daughter was made public. At the time, I wasn’t[…]
Read moreYeah, so…. I want to fuck you. That’s pretty much where I am right now. Wanting to fuck you. In[…]
Read moreWhat don’t you like about this blog, ? Does it load too slowly? Is the layout distracting? Is the organization[…]
Read moreA wise reader, and good friend, suggested my writing could stand some reduction, that I use big words and end[…]
Read moreI’m good. Really good. Internet is spotty, writing infrequent. But life is good. More anon.
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