For the love of God I don’t know why I can’t go with simpler titles. Actually this refers to toiling in my front yard today. It is practically all flowers, shrubs and trees and a little metal palm tree that I try to keep lit year round to annoy/and or make my neighbors smile.
I had a wonderful talk with my wonderful wife yesterday. I just unloaded. Her cancer scare, my father’s death, her job change and our house change. It led 2006 to be a Marshal Ney like thunder of cavalry charge that left me so completely spent. I am now on the other side of that and I feel very different. Some of my old “nothin’ up my sleeve” bullshit, doesn’t seem to work. The veil has been lifted, rent asunder and pissed on. I’m seeing things a little more clearly. In fact I’m sitting in a pooh pile of reality and I’m only partially tickled about the alleged enlightenment of it all.
I honor my addictions and my efforts to overcome. I am down the road by a “fur piece” as my hillbilly, psycho ancestors would have said.
Still, I am peering into the vortex of looming evil and temptation. A beautiful, highly intelligent little stripper, natural born domme type who may be in a certain town when I head there on business. Her mind is alluring and her body is so ripe, so enticing, so precum-inducing I’m going to have to end.
I’ll call her Stacy. Exotic, environmentally attuned and the most sexually thrilling lady I’ve encountered in years. She is my candy crack, my Huguenot heroin, my from time to time downfall. God bless her…woo fucking hoo…
We don’t hook up often and thank God. I could get lost in all that…she mesmerizes me..
