Monday, December 11, 2017

curtain call

baby with the porn star body.

I have become accustomed to the pit, to the extent that said pit has become familiar and almost pleasant to my diseased brain.

Pleasant feelings.  Leaning over like I'm asleep, while my brain travels at the speed of light within, the speed of diseased thought.

Ansey.

Goes to Ascerdote University.  Attends, as it were, as a student-oriented person, that studies in her spare time, and participates in the odd examination when the mood strikes her.  So she is study-oriented, and not the type to stay in the "safe space".

I, like Ansie, require large amounts of rest in order to function normally.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Un Chien Anna-lou






Mikl Carlos Michaels writes: Dali and the Dollies, and uncomfortable silence.  Low buck resto on the GTX goes well.  Will send build pics.  Sugarfoot.  Pit of despair, Dilly Dilly!  So much depends on two drunk Democrats and some reptiles.

Monday, October 16, 2017

The Nebulous and those without higher meaning.




"I had a dream, but now that dream is gone from me."

"I'm whipping somebody ass off that."

Wormholed to the far side of the universe