Monthly Archives: May 2015

Your plastic soul. Your saline breasts your blood red lips your pleather pants push-up bra platinum hair colored contacts over striped horned rims your exercised arms handing out forged credentials… You are exactly who you have chosen to be. Every … Continue reading →

There is s perfect thing to say under any and all situations. It varies, of course, as the right words cannot always be the same (Though there are some phrases like “if I told you you had a beautiful body, … Continue reading →

There are actions which you don’t want to take too soon for if you are unprepared, you risk ruining your future with prematurity but if you want too long your opportunity might die withered at your door while your headphones … Continue reading →

These are the last Cheetos you will ever eat. That the last Nutella Malted SuperShake. You will have no more blackened steak, chicken fried nor unprotected anal with Backdoor Angela. You have to cut down. Limit. Put boundaries around everything … Continue reading →

(After Daniel) My balls my sweaty balls my sweaty shriveled balls my sweaty shriveled hairy balls my balls are purple. My balls are out of whack. My balls are producing much of what is expected of them – not that … Continue reading →

On our date next week which you will accept tomorrow we will go to Amsterdan’s a brunch place you’ll read about in the Sunday Times. We won’t be able to get brunch reservations – because the Times article was a … Continue reading →

I’ve been feeling the need for clean. I’ve been trying to deny it but the urge is getting stronger don’t think I can stop it any longer. when I look upon my filthy floor, I can’t fight this feeling anymore. … Continue reading →

The Buttons boy was born too big for his shoes. They fit eventually.

Hey, get off. Stop it, kid! Quit it and clear the table. Act your age. You’re a grown woman and you cannot simply deny your responsibilities. We said we’d clean this evening and – get up. Get of me! We … Continue reading →