Van found his way back to the changing room along the grey tunnel lined with crates and cables that lay in stacks and bundles. He occasionally passed a uniformed navy-clad stage-hand scurrying this direction or that carrying some piece of equipment, but he barely noticed them. Presently, all of his faculties were concentrated in hisContinue reading “Change Room”
I hear a tight jazz quartet smacking out lead-bottomed bass tinkling a shaker and half-open hi-hat some soft-fingered ivory tickling peppered with a gritty groan and cigarette smoke i think to myself: why can’t life be just like that?
my cock gets hard when the phone rings “It’s her! It’s her!” my mind calls out in excitement my heart is shocked that my cock is hard he’s offended, and like an anal roommate he yells “Shut up and sit down, you idiot! You’ll ruin everything!” my cock is the best friend who alwaysContinue reading “conflict”
I wish that I had a muscle car when I was a teenager just so I could say those manly words: “I had me a muscle car when I was a teenager” as it is, I have to settle for my present best: “I crashed my grandmother’s car in a ditch and had toContinue reading “muscle car”
playing games with people is fun anyone who tells you it is not does not know how to have fun when I was a child I played games with rocks and sticks, then toys and trinkets then videos and joysticks, action figures playing games with people is so much more fun because you neverContinue reading “games”
draining a bottle of whisky falling asleep mid-coitus waking up inside of you mouths dry, heads acheing sweet repulsion of excessive lust
alleys are more interesting to walk than streets streets give you the cookie-cutter, suburbanite facade from the street you see what people want you to see the alley is full of trash, old mattresses, starved, forgotten dogs choking themselves on leashes tied to poles in the backyard and always the callous cats and crowsContinue reading “alleys”
the problem in our relationship is that she is a man and I am a woman she is direct when she needs help and I send vague signals that she is unable to read so, we’re at a stalemate I’m over-sensitive and she is over-protective stalemate, plus an arguement however, we are not asContinue reading “our modern relationship”