Or mine. I think the meds are finally kicking in. I wrote this in about 2004. The most eerily prescient part was when I said this: “At the edge, the very edge of his mind, a stir, almost like footsteps outside a spotlight. Something offstage, in the dark, but not able to move to where it would be visible.” […]
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Pree-verts.
Arright, danjis, so here’s the slap. Look, I geddit that you surf n slosh lookin for Cock and cock and other teeny young salty stiff whatevers from which to have a taste. Who among us doesn’t like a swell of warm frothy whatever? I don’t care; wrinklies all cost about the same and pay about the same, and more or less […]
The shit?
What, really, mine? Fuckin’ rip. Whatver I want to say? Oh holy love of my own massive dick. Okay. Okay. Here is My Very First Post Thing Ever. So I’m like looking up in my bed at the big fat fuckin’ other world that orbits my shitty little Barque, and Ma says, hey, Medi, you gotta get up n write […]
Cock is…
something/one who exists in a work in progress of mine, The Seven-Year Mirror. He’s hard to resist, even if he is a pain in the ass. So please excuse his occasional effusions here. He has his own category now. It was the only way I could get him to leave me alone. Those among you who are writers will understand.
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