he had every intentionthe best of
intentions to go to bed and masturbate
a coterie waited his conquests if
he were sexist but he had been conquered too some
of his funnest times all
lined up an waiting
but as he flipped the 3Dpages of his
memory like a jampacked girlie magazine he became indecisive Ooh the choices then he got trippedup in what options appealed
to him anwhile he mused drowsiness
set in overtook him
Drowsy had a lot going for her kind of matronly but not hornrimmed glasses very naughty librarianish Here, have you read this? It’s wonderful, phenomenal, magical realism . . come . follow me. bit like the spider said to the fly
ensnaring him she asked Perhaps you’d
rather sleep? Go to sleep like a good boy?
she embraced himswaddled him in her warm bosom an arms breathed gently in
his face her breath Ah smelled hypnotic like a chilled dirty martini
1611, Reggae Friday, 14 1.
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1106, Saturday,
15 1. 22
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