Monday, July 28, 2025
The Gossamer Blouse
The breeze barely noticed piercing puffs through the tiny interspacial loose little rectangular voids in between the spidery strands but blew through anyway, encircling his erecting nipples.
Wait.
He grew up when boys weren't supposed to like cats. Weren't suppose to try on their mother's clothes. Weren't supposed to tell the truth.
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
Daft Punk Lose Yourself To Dance
When I was a kid I could not wait until the Soul Train arrived, every Saturday. The absolute corporial freedom of dance.
Thursday, July 17, 2025
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Tuesday, July 1, 2025
July 1, 2025
The only rationale that I can come up with for such a nightmarishly hellish such experience is that it must somehow be necessary for my overall psyche to be thrown violently down to the concrete and broken glass, face first, as a reminder of the everpresence the concrete and broken glass.
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