what the hell, I had it for a
while. that beats the
other.

what they want

(..) a God damned show
a lit billboard
in the middle of hell.
that's what they want,
that bunch of
dull
inarticulate
safe
dreary
admirers of
carnivals.

veselais saprāts

man ļoti gribētos apvienot patīkamo ar veselo saprātu. līdz šim tas nav izdevies.

un no pozitīvās puses

pēc mācību atvaļinājuma esmu īsta kaķene: apaļa un pūkaina

koncentrēšanās nometne

zilos lokus zem acīm vairs nespēj noslēpt brilles, kuru milzīgie rāmji izceļas uz bālās sejas fona

A.D.R.Forte: Texas Hot

"Mornin,"I tell him. "Better get that yard done before it gets too hot."
But it's already hot.
Texas July morning. Neat-soaked air, moist and sticky like my fingers on my clit as I watch him from my window: Shirtless, denim shorts. Skin glittering with sweat.
Can you work it, baby, like you work that mower? Those power tools in your tricked-put garage. Like you drive that big, badass pickup truck. Can you make my pussy cream like this and make me beg for more?
Someday I'm gonna find my nerve to ask him over... make him mow my lawn.