010314 #jonquil Not only that, it was words. It said, > Tomorrow you�ll > see what you�ve > broken and torn > tonight 000096 #human i glanced over at the trash strewn on the orange-lit street, left over from Locust Fest. I get the urge to walk among, it, sift through it maybe. Is that anything like wanting to eat the cum after the orgasm. And, I get the urge to type. Is that anything like sprouting a big erection after weeks of worry and impotence? Cuz I did, I felt like recording. Typing. Writing, whatever you call it. I like the term "typing" cuz that's what it is--after all, when it really appeals, it is the physical act that appeals. 081013 #dog HIM: Whose fault is it? ME: Is what? HIM: That you quit believing in yourself. ME: No one's. HIM: I see. And what are you going to do about it now?