Three parts: I can't help ittheogabrielOctober 14 2008, 12:38:02 UTC
The child looks naturally disgusted, surprised and...curious, but most definitely not sexual. My marble boy looked at me and tried to maintain his convesation and the light nature of his words and bright smile and beautiful face and body took my anger away and brought if a crooked and slightly sadistic but a smile, upon my drawn and serious face. I helped the owner of the goodies to pack, thanked her for using her things and wished her well. I then picked up my things and left to go home. In the process I run into a dude peeing outside and shaking his flacid black cock. I saw him full frontal, I whined and complained but he smiled only. What a dick, man, common, pee facing away from the street - after all, there are ONLY two sides to it and you are facing the opposite side where people coming from both directiosn can very easily see it. I really did not need to see it, it kind of bummed my day. Dude, I want you to know that was lame. And not even bringing an appology was lame too. I walked around the city slowly and meditatively, counting my numerous steps. Then I got some chicken gyro, stole the seat of the fruit seller who was one nervous wreck, rewarded him for buying some fruit and headed home on the L train where we all sat and judged each other a little to keep things cool....I got off with a guy who had no taste in fashion and whose pants were a size too big for my opinion, and I walked away from him the opposite direction. Some white dude outside thought he was Rembo at his 5'1 and tried to impress me by his long hanging in his face hair and showing beer belly, but I just gave no time of the day. I walked home and stayed up looking at some interesting porn with creative twist to it and did what usually follows such excursions into imaginary lands. I slept a little and dreaming of possibly mirrors and something else, who knows what, and woke.
I helped the owner of the goodies to pack, thanked her for using her things and wished her well. I then picked up my things and left to go home. In the process I run into a dude peeing outside and shaking his flacid black cock. I saw him full frontal, I whined and complained but he smiled only. What a dick, man, common, pee facing away from the street - after all, there are ONLY two sides to it and you are facing the opposite side where people coming from both directiosn can very easily see it. I really did not need to see it, it kind of bummed my day. Dude, I want you to know that was lame. And not even bringing an appology was lame too.
I walked around the city slowly and meditatively, counting my numerous steps. Then I got some chicken gyro, stole the seat of the fruit seller who was one nervous wreck, rewarded him for buying some fruit and headed home on the L train where we all sat and judged each other a little to keep things cool....I got off with a guy who had no taste in fashion and whose pants were a size too big for my opinion, and I walked away from him the opposite direction. Some white dude outside thought he was Rembo at his 5'1 and tried to impress me by his long hanging in his face hair and showing beer belly, but I just gave no time of the day. I walked home and stayed up looking at some interesting porn with creative twist to it and did what usually follows such excursions into imaginary lands.
I slept a little and dreaming of possibly mirrors and something else, who knows what, and woke.
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