we live with fruit flies. and never in my existence have I ever wanted to see one woman so naked. these are two non-related statements with zero explanation. and I apologize ... so much so, that I have discounted the fact that I must eat. and thus my love continues. for booze and for women, I do not know which, but the correlation seems clear ... it is the game that drives us towards these formalities. men and women simply were not made to love one and none other. to argue otherwise only exemplifies the weakness of this obvious moral flaw. just today I wanted to fuck a 39 yr old and a 29 yr old and every annie in between. of the 29 yr old I would have named the mole on her left breast ... I do not know how I made it home. but small miracles are the least of my worries. I should be locked up - you can find the death toll carved into my left hand.
(that was last night. it is morning now and I am sober(ish). I do not remember writing what you just read and to finally post the above for consumption gave me pause, but I thought better of proper etiquette. my phone is also unresponsive, which means there are people far away who knew better than to indulge my wild fanaticism. and I do not know whether to thank them or drive and find them and kill them for this insurrection ... it remains to be seen. but know that I foolishly squander my luck on purposeless endeavors and for that I should not be forgiven. and for those I have offended (including those that can't read this post), I do sincerely apologize and I pray to a god that I do not believe exists that you will not think less of me. I simply find it important to be honest and to not hide the truth behind my own already tattered credibility and common sense ... the beast has become a rare and always curious creature to which I will always be indebted. it would not be fair of me to banish him from the daylight after such a worthy performance under the silvery moon narcotic. the doctors have all concurred and I assure people that I remain stupid but harmless ... just do not feed him whiskey.)
I wish I knew for true,
mr. nathan murphy
ps. I won't ever talk about this if you won't. it's all I ask.
pps. jon, I'm sorry I had nothing to say about those pictures. just happy laughter.
ppps. brooke, you're fucking great.
Friday, May 1, 2009
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That's all well and good, but I think the important thing here is: what would you have name the boob-mole?
ReplyDeleteMy vote goes to Constance.