A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- while Django's guitar rings in the background I am very much in a Miller-esque mood right about now... a little broke, but not totally up shit creek moneywise do what i can, i need fresh smokes, i'm okay for snacks and drinks, find a few tools to combat the boredom, see what an unruly beast like myself must do to lure a willing participant into the ongoing trainwreck that is me at least long enough for a brief period of (at the very least) physical entanglement. someone perhaps unafraid to use her mouth for a function other than speaking or eating (it's a fixation of mine, a fetish, if you will...dates back to the loss of my presumptive innocence in an empty classroom when i was a schoolboy... anyway, i won't bore or disgust you with the details, i've a lifetime to be crass later...but anyway, i must be away, off into the almost uncomfortably warm afternoon 6:14 p.m. - 2006-06-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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