Angel of the Morning

27 May
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image: seekingarrangement.com

Previously:

What Do You Do

Nest Egg

Second Date

No Exit

The Zombie Zone

His buddy told him: try Seeking Arrangement. I put that I’m worth two million. I take them to a sushi place. But not one where the chef doesn’t let you order. Middle income place; I tell them I don’t have time for courtship. Too busy. With what they don’t ask. I tell them before we set an allowance I have to sample the goods. Easy pussy.

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Ain’t Never Gonna Ever Love Again

13 May

She’ll never talk to me again. She drank too much. She broke my shit. She fucked the bartender from Ostrich Farm her second night staying with me. She made men pay for everything– rent food plane fare. I would have had to pay for her ticket to come visit me again. She needed it to feel pretty. But she was perfect. Continue reading

I Need to Fuck Someone, I Need to Post Something

16 Apr

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I didn’t write this weekend. Instead I fucked an aborigine. The backs of her hands were burned. Giant nipples. Weird stuttered demarcation between regular and areola skin. A calico mole or meta-nipple coming off the top of one regular nipple. So much going on. Full untrimmed pussy but not too hairy. Not too tight either. IUD scratching my tip. Blasting in her with her on her stomach. As soon as I turned her over, felt her all squishy at that angle, I wanted to cum instantly. I did. Continue reading

Vacation Diary: The Vortex

28 Mar

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Can’t look at my Sedona pics without that bad acid feeling. Haunted house feeling. People are right. There’s energy there. It’s evil. There was a massacre, something. I hiked to one of the attractions, a giant sinkhole. Hundred ton rocks had plummeted into the bowels of the Earth. I felt like an antenna picking up a TV station broadcast by Pennywise. Feel it again now talking about it. Last night before I slept. I carried it with me.
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Why Don’t You Quit Your Job, She Says

19 Mar

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Why don’t you quit your job, she says.

It’s not that simple. I need insurance. What if I get cancer. What if I have to spend eight hours a day in chemo getting my blood poisoned. Brain erased. Plus commute. It costs a lot for them to kill you slowly. What if I get someone pregnant. The baby gets cancer. What if I can’t provide. What if my rent goes up. What if I had to move. To get an apartment you need good credit. To get good credit you need to borrow money. To borrow money you need to have money. To have money, you need a job. Don’t you get it. I work, then come home. Go to bed early. I got a better shot at cancer than at a girlfriend. Continue reading

Diary: Date Night Just Got Tastier

17 Mar
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image from joshobrouwers.com

Missed call.12:32 AM from Gracie Tinder August 2016.

Who is that. Did I say bad shit about her? Could she accuse me of rape? AIDS? Pregnant? August 2016– 8 months ago. That’s not an abortion call. That’s an I’m having it call. Good. Finally this all means something. Continue reading

Quitting Smoking Diary

12 Mar
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Don’t quit smoking. Don’t go to work. Don’t save money. Don’t pay taxes, bills. Don’t be kind to women. Get a new name in a new country where you can beat your 13 year old wife and live on 2 dollars a day. Continue reading