I know you are reading my stuff...So why exactly is it, you haven't gotten a hold of me?
Countless times, on the weekends when you are here, you leave for me a stream of yellow in the bathtub. Something angled wrong in this 160 year old building. Sometimes you hit the tiles, as you whip your dick to the left to spray. Do you hold a finger over your pisshole? Do you laugh inside your head? I don't want to know. She bathes in there too. I have been kind even letting you here. It is only because I love your father. It is May or June, I don't remember. As sickness washes over me and the rest of the planet too, it can be easy to lose track of time. We tend to the plants, stroke their leaves and name them all. We watch the cat grow fatter, as she lolls in the sun on the stolen chair cushion she's dragged to the hard cement balcony floor. I feel like I know Gamer Chad better than myself and she complains about Jordan Peterson. She can't stand his voice. But I am more tired and angry on weekends. I tell my her so. I tell her my solution. She tells me she...
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Just thought I'd say hello and thak you for being the first person to comment on my blog. I'll be happy to return the favor, although I really haven't had much of a chance to yet. I'm really just getting started on this daily posting thing, but I've got a lot to say, so stay tuned and feel free to ask me about what I write. I'm sure I'll be inquiring about your ideas as well. Cheers Q!
AJ