I love a man who writes me poetry because I’m narcissistic and I believe in God because of this.
I wish I could hold on long enough to the woman I’ll never know tomorrow yesterday.
The future impairs people because of technology.
It is modernization that makes us feel old.
Right now I’m gargling air in my mouth missing the feel of a penis.
Swirls and swirls of tongue bathe on a suede wand. There is something calm about oral sex.
There is something about letting it all hang out: neurosis, guts and breasts.
A freedom like taking control of your blog and skipping the rhyming of poetry.