no curtains or blinds in the bedroom
window
outdoors
a dulllead colouring marine layer
Hmmgot up made the bed slipped on a pair of shorts went up the hall into the kitchen started water ground coffeebeans shook them into a French Press went into the livingroom out the front door into the mornings heavy moist embrace a cloak
it was brisk
chill made him smile
smile made him think
went back inside into the kitchen killed the iceblue flame under the water
returned to the bedroom
unearthed unboxed an eight millimeter
projector
sat it on the bed
plugged it into a wall outlet
pluckedup one of several metal film cannisters
that were couched with the projector
threaded the film into the machine
fired it up till there was lengthenough to tuck to do a few laps round the receiving reel
unplugged it
took it onto the front porch
ran an extension cord to it
switched On
watched the flickering blackanwhite film smut on the fogs moltingraymovin face
a naked homelylookin woman
laying on her back in long grass under a
horse
masturbating him with her feet
until
the stud camebolts of cum washing up like surf between horns of her hips across her belly leaking between her flaccid tits
a motion picture
moving on a motioning hue of marine layer
AMERICA
Youve got talent
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