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Kipling’s “If—” — a poem I needed to be reminded of just now.

A woman on the subway, covered from chin to ankle, and the Aerie bag in her lap.

Apparently, I can’t resist a half-pack of cigarettes left lying around.

Envy, for me, is less a sin than a barometer.

I like to watch you touch yourself.

Sometimes the answer is simpler than you’d think.

The many meanings of “please.”

My mind wanders during meditation. To blowjobs, salami, smoke detectors, and pretzels. Not necessarily in that order. Well, actually, yes – in that order.

A fun science experiment — and some good advice about pickle size.

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