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The New Year for me began as just another day at work. Headset on. Earbud securely settled in left ear. Hey! I am a multi-tasker! The song "some beach" plays well with many of my calls. Work began, much like me all cute and adorable, and as it has a habit of doing, it went down hill and stayed there.



I am a pervert and a geek, so trust me, when I tell you that on any given day I have between one and four portable devices with me. I am skilled at pinching and stretching, and have several friends whom entice me to stroke glass. I am however, at work so the real pinching and stretching has to wait, but oh the thoughts one encounters tethered to a phone. I wonder what I might do when I get home?



Home safe and fresh from the shower. Can you smell the lavender? Now it is time to move the tablet out of the shot and start the real stretching. Did you honestly think that I would spend a day at work pinching and stretching such tasty friends, and not have a stretch of my own when I got home? Midnight is for a kiss. The rest of the day is for exploring. Bring a lunch. This will take some time.



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Since the dawn of primary school, the spitball has been a feared weapon. As with all wars, some stand by the tried and true, others opt for advanced tech. Introducing: The Pelletmate M LRPPC(long range pneumatic pen cannon).

The Pelletmate M's stealth mode is so advanced it is indistinguishable from a normal non lethal writing tool. So flawless, in fact, that you can actually write with it!


The operation of the LTPPC is truly child's play. Easily operated by a single infantry man(or curvy woman(hey! It my brochure bite me!)). Simply load the breech using the patented Pelletmate M dual purpose push rod and ink container. Press the high velocity wood particle composite load until it reaches the end of the breech. Insert a second load into the breech and you are ready for cube mates and zombie hordes alike.


The LTPPC's firing mechanism is simplicity itself. Use the patented push rod to push the second high velocity composite load toward the first load. After a precisely calculated compression cycle, the pneumatic firing mechanism will release sending the composite material out of the breech at speeds in excess of the speed of sound(as evidenced by the load's Pressurized Oxygen Pronouncement). The firing process will auto load the second high velocity composite load into launch position, simply insert new load into breech and fire away. Let mortals fear the might of the LTPPC!

Silly man, stroking his beard, as he contemplates, tries to understand. How much nicer it would be, if it were your hand; if it were you touching, instead of me. How simple it would be, to turn one's head and kiss delicate palm; a heart serene, calm. How a silly man longs to feel, a touch so simple, yet so exquisitely real.

A wish upon smiling eyes
still but a dream
an end to lonly sighs
still but a dream
one day an end to goodbye
One day here with me.

Colors that stay
Soft green
Beautiful violet spectral array
A vision before unseen
sweeps my heart away
Dont flutter away my dream
Please for a moment stay

So, I was happily bouncing along listening to music with my little earbuds. It is cold out so I have my coat on lovely wool liner. This is not a pretty picture. I am dancing about looking foolish, but this isn't about the look. This is about taking off the coat. Earbuds on bouncing around I pull the coat off. The static pop that should have zapped my hands, or maybe a nipple, travels up to the ear buds and proceeds to electrocute both of my ears! Wth!

Lay tonight, here wraped in these two tired arms. Let your body drape over mine. This day has ended. What little of strength that remains is here to ferry your tired body off to slumber. With your head lying so perfectly on my chest, close those beautiful eyes and listen to the sound of this heart beating for you. For me nothing remains of thought. There is only you. Warm, wonderful, beautiful you. Forever lived out in this perfect instant. Come lay with me beautiful. I will keep you warm and safe. You can let me glimpse complete.

God is fucking with me! The roads are icy and slick.
I haven't worn real shoes since concision #5. My feet do not get cold and they are simple on and off.


I refuse to start now!!!!

Once upon a time, I wrote multiple times a day. My world was filled with venom I could not abide in my veins. So, I would open up those veins and let the blood sink into thr paper like ink flowing from some mystic fountain. The words wrote themselves. They poured over tombes and pages like a hello kiss from a coming flood. When the poison, was gone the veins would close and the words stopped. The tomes have long since been stolen. There was a plan to someday transcribe them to a non paper format, but there was simply too damn many. Then there was none.
Of late, the pen has begun to flow again. Perhaps not the same material. Perhaps not the same quality. Most certainly not the same muse. So, thinking it better to save poor writtings instead of awaiting the next round of theft and removal, I decided to try to organize and save poor writtings. Funny how life repeats. There are too damn many again! I have barely gotten started!

I was trying to write a letter. You know paper, lines, the whole thing. I realize my handwriting sucks on a grand scale. I was trying to figure out exactly why it stinks so bad now. I think I have it. It's the pen!! It's not my clubby hands. Definitely the fn pen! They used to be bigger!