Of course the preoccupations must always come first, to divert you understand, to slip a hand and pull out the undercurrents from under you. Always to avoid it all cost: it cost much more than you could ever imagine.
You your body and everyone else who you brought along namely her: what happens if you keeping turning and you find yourself tizzy with no direction.
Write boy, write it all boy: why would you speak the silence that i loved to me when you turned thought it was a wall?
Here and on it goes, on the screen, onto page-mode, a simulacrum of a journal. It�s not there when you go to sleep! You can never touch do you understand?
�Would you like to touch my dildo?� she said as she stroke the inside of my thigh.
�I�m not a woman� i told her and she whipped herself into a frenzy because i was so convincing.
Isn�t this dastardly?
And of course you fall in love again and everything repletes/erases itself with a paper heart, bass ale, and a chocolate bar to boot.
On on on it goes, you interrupted against the rails and plaster like paint crud between the fingerprints.
And mother calls. Oh shit.
Hurricane season on the NYC end. Mz had called moms to check if the parental guidance was still monitoring. Alls well until manana when Eduardo makes a hit along the pretty much white coast of Mass/Cape Cod and Wrong Island.
Signing off onto the internet where mindlessness is a precursor for false advertising.