25.1.23


drifting off last night palegreen panties she shoved them into his breast pocket her hand eager breath scented with peppermint hot chocolate PANTIESflashed in his eyes clamoured immediately after by PATTIES immediately bullrushed by PANTIES then PATTIES PANTIES PATTIES an on an  through their paletranslucent ribbon he watched her slide across the backseat to the car door an leaning against it she flipped her skirt up spread her legs and began masturbating slowly deliberately
              not taking her eyes off him
when in Rome do as the Romans do
he smiled devilishlyleaned against the door unbuttoned his pants pulled his shorts down under his balls and began stroking himself 
                  not taking his eyes off her
each running the others gambit
expressions ticking twitching 
                                eyelids blinking climaxes approaching 
he groanedlet go of himselfSTOPPED 
   she STOPPED
he scooted towards her
she towards him
he took her by the shouldersturned her round pushed her forward grabbed her skirther hips laying back he pulled her to his mouth and lapped and sucked 
she took a handhold  tugged 
he lifted his hips 
heard her laugh huskily 
felt her mouth close over him
he lifted his hips
she took him deeply 
then pushed his hips down while grinding hers against his mouth teeth tongue chin nose 
he gobbled her ass pinched her clit 
she fingered licked his ass 
when they came 
               he WOKE 
Thas not wha they mean 
Woudya shaddup

his hard on waited on him
didnt go off by itself

No wet dream
Woudya shaddup
I may jump ship 
Land where  Ya think it gets better than this

Mariachi cringed 
he saw 
         Yare welcome to your druthers Yacame on your own accord  I aint keepinya   
I may not 
Compared to me  excuse me I believe slim pickinswhy the hall is deep                 

I may not 
Suit yourself

You gonna finish this off 
I came

In your dreams
Damn near the Real McCoy


Dammit 

he loved fucking with his Mariachis
  
‘round 2144,  Sunday,  22  1. 23
1227,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  25  1. 23


vile pensee

 

Santos


Stand by your Man

seems McCarthy is brain dead

Congress’ ivorymilk halls sour

  Kevin Grab your ankles

1659,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  25  1. 23


  dictum a short statement expressing general truth or principle dicktum strummed him 
                                                                                                    did it matter how it was spelled
message came across 


theres Margaret Atwoods
                            Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

his experience his yardstick measure making women laugh laugh at him with him at themselves shored up fresh introductions and several times proved an aphrodisiac plied too with incense and buttermilkcoloured beeswax candles  

women who are afraid that men will kill them are aware  smart 
he appreciated them 
                      hed rally to their side in a heartbeat those who refused to be victimised

still strumming dicktum 
                           out of the mouths of dumb men 
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, whos the dumbest of them all? Anne Robinson credit where credits due

Thou, O Orange one, art the dumbest in the land. 
                                                    have to recall former issued the dicktum informing Americans he no longer recognised the constitutionally equal authority of the Congress when the House proceeded with his first impeachment 

   happy thats off his chest
1515,  Twosday,  24  1. 23
1111,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  25  1. 23


Manhattens Fifth Avenue

the happening place to be

anything can be had in broad daylight

from shooting someone dead  

to stealing the shoes off someones feet 


   and nobodynobody  will do a thing about it 
    
1817,  Twosday,  24  1. 23
0915,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  25  1. 23