stay away from the gloss of obvious signs of luxury.
spend good money on luxury and maintain that said luxury is fake and counterfeit.
try to be nice to everyone, including your enemies and those whose faces annoy you, and smile a fake smile that reaches up to your eyes.
(it really does work, particularly the fake smile, but it takes faithful practice for it to become a pure science)
once the fake becomes a pure science (or a pure sign), when you yourself can no longer tell which is fake and which is real, you reach the whole point of the effort.
i think it's almost time for 3.0, don't you think? (or at least, 2.1, given the wisdom of slowing down these days)
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
now, this is good.
i roused from my sleep, half-awake, with an erection, and my erection was a camera, my camera.
i roused from my sleep, half-awake, with an erection, and my erection was a camera, my camera.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
i
i am obstinate, cruel, impatient and temperamental.
i cling to attachments.
i am a bundle of fading memories.
i am full of guilt.
i am envious.
i am rational.
wisdom makes sense to me.
there is hope.
though i doubt.
i understand what i need to do.
i cling to attachments.
i am a bundle of fading memories.
i am full of guilt.
i am envious.
i am rational.
wisdom makes sense to me.
there is hope.
though i doubt.
i understand what i need to do.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
photocopy
tiny philosophies of the bedroom mind, flecks of logic that come whispering in the night.
“where? do you have some place in mind?”
“right here is fine. I love the clutter.”
“right here?”
“well not here. but in your shop, where we are right now.”
“oh.”
“is that a problem?”
“well…”
“is there a day when your kids are not around, when you’re by yourself?”
“he’s taking the kids somewhere soon.”
“when’s that?”
“soon. the holidays are just round the corner.”
“I see.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“great.”
the very fact that she’s married reassures me. until today, I've never thought I’d find a married woman an ideal target for my photoerotic tendencies. m was an anomaly and I wanted it to stay that way --- I still do. I used to think that divorcees or singles were a safer bet, but now I’ve flipped sides. being married, a woman is a lot less likely to go all fatal attraction on you, given that she’s got her family to think about, assuming that she’s the kind who loves her family. her family ties serve as a sort of emotional anchor for our little photoerotic tryst, which I shall try my utmost best to keep physically chaste.
“where? do you have some place in mind?”
“right here is fine. I love the clutter.”
“right here?”
“well not here. but in your shop, where we are right now.”
“oh.”
“is that a problem?”
“well…”
“is there a day when your kids are not around, when you’re by yourself?”
“he’s taking the kids somewhere soon.”
“when’s that?”
“soon. the holidays are just round the corner.”
“I see.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“great.”
the very fact that she’s married reassures me. until today, I've never thought I’d find a married woman an ideal target for my photoerotic tendencies. m was an anomaly and I wanted it to stay that way --- I still do. I used to think that divorcees or singles were a safer bet, but now I’ve flipped sides. being married, a woman is a lot less likely to go all fatal attraction on you, given that she’s got her family to think about, assuming that she’s the kind who loves her family. her family ties serve as a sort of emotional anchor for our little photoerotic tryst, which I shall try my utmost best to keep physically chaste.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Thoughts of うなぎ and such during sex
Writing, it’s been a while.
Sex this afternoon, despite the oncoming cold.
Amidst the itchy throat and runny nose, I slid it in slowly, then pulled it out in equal laziness, and looking down I saw what reminded me of unagi.
“How are you enjoying the slow roast?” I said to her, calmly.
The words made her twitch.
When I could hold it no longer, I told her to ask for it.
Three days’ worth, there was so much of it that it was everywhere even with a hand over the mouth of her cunt. In turn, her cling-wrapped cream-filled cunny reminded me of fatly sliced mushroom dipped in some special sauce.
Sex this afternoon, despite the oncoming cold.
Amidst the itchy throat and runny nose, I slid it in slowly, then pulled it out in equal laziness, and looking down I saw what reminded me of unagi.
“How are you enjoying the slow roast?” I said to her, calmly.
The words made her twitch.
When I could hold it no longer, I told her to ask for it.
Three days’ worth, there was so much of it that it was everywhere even with a hand over the mouth of her cunt. In turn, her cling-wrapped cream-filled cunny reminded me of fatly sliced mushroom dipped in some special sauce.
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