Poor Man's Theatre: Fuckin' Mariners!

baseball drunks
stand staggering
with glazed eyes
and dopey half grins
pleased or pissed
about the final inning
while commuters
frustrated
with the new stadium
frown on the #56

Long Time No Post...

Oh I've been writing alright...just not here.

Along with writing about weird fears, goofy observations, dreams and what-not...I write smutty slutty stuff...and right now...that's what I'm focused on writing...

So...until I've exhausted my check-list of euphemisms for chowin' down on some dude's cock or gettin' fisted by some thick clit'd bull-dagger...I'll be scribblin' away on scraps of paper and stuffin' my words in damp shoeboxes under my bed...

talking to strangers

So...it's pouring down rain on Saturday and I'm huddled underneath an umbrella and some guy asks me for a light. To which I respond, "if I had a match I'd light my hands on fire I'm so fucking cold"...then I started laughing.

And dude just looks at me like I'm the one who's crazy.