intriguing finding from my sketchbook. exactly as it was written.
“watching porn with wack and hizzle and i keep having dreams in the back of my head about baby deer and how sweet they are on the inside. and the dandelions and the cabonated drinks, the over-sized DJ headphones and m&m’s crunching underneath slippered hoofs. i see them during christmas time baking bread. zack walks nude with teva shoes through the sunset, glowing with a backlight, as that from a barn window or a galaxy snicker bar. her infectionitical vagina is seeping, professing self hatred and regret. chocolate milk moustaches on the face of a safari chieftains shall never solve any complicated riddle. perhaps sphinx and WAIT PAUSE ‘this cock has good mass’ CONTINUE shitballs the tangent is forever lost can she moan in no other voctave? damn the things i could fill my ears and accomplish WEAR WHERE is your confidence? as i lift my own tail to examine its state of droopedness between my legs. well at least it’s not piss this time. his balls seeping through the hole, between the thick board and her dead tongue. glimmer peaks from jewels to snow, the bangled birds land and sip warm leek soup. this jr. high stage set is actually starting to do something for me…bring me my toys darling! fucking darling who will never deserve me. yes, you secretly know who you are. I AM SERIOUS. and when i say the color elastics were seizing out with great velocity and attaching to my retinas, i was not suggesting mere fairytales. this was my mortal existence. —-awww shit. now i just want to touch myself.”
i am most certain that i would rather not know what was really going on that evening. but i can only imagine. hah. good times folks, good times.
