Keeps going, and going, and going…

What the hell is writer’s block? A chemical imbalance? Depression? Laziness? Who knows. I think that at times, at least for me, a visual person, see a blank sheet, precise in dimension, seeming to demand to fill it’s defined dimensions, and feel fettered, challenged to do as orders me to do, and punish or humiliate …

The contender, the Champion.

Well, I keep reading about how many people get lucky while just perusing antique shops while I never had much myself. I eventually considered all that as an urban legend, but I found this. The weird thing is that the serial number on it is K 41954. Right. I might have missed something on the …

Later that night, in the bedroom

let’s just stop now dear before we say something we might mean. Don’t touch me there You don’t fight fair. We’re not done You haven’t won. I do everything you ask anything you say and there’s no way at all I can fuck with your head ‘caus try as I may, my body could never …

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