There was once a time when I thought that if I were to stare
into the moon, she would return, in the form of a lunar moth, to land on my
shoulder and leave behind her cosmic dust. I was crazier then, but now, I’m
certain that she will return in the form of fire in my hands, typing at rapid
pace, just like before, when I was sitting in my room, my triangular room,
hyperspace-traveling the distant planets with my caffeine/wellbutrin high
pushing page after page of creative discharge from my fevered brain. Yes, and
now, I feel that it is time I return to the stage, to cast away demons that
stalk me, hunt me, worship me. You see, when you play with the extremes of
human imagination, you tend to become a bit on the strange side, since your
experiences are so bizarre, yet so vividly real. I’m a writer, god damnit. Of
course I tend to be strange, as we all are, bumbling along in Kute
Korrospondences, that make the undergarments of the known world go up to reveal
pubic triangles, and cosmic clitorises that beg for release from their human
bondage. I come to deliver your mental orgasms. I can do that, and all sorts of
other things that will please your minds. Trust me, I can. Jump on the carriage
of banal desires, and join me, and me, for a nice little tale about how I
fucked myself last night.
Well you see, I’ve been working out, and the change in my
physical body has become a big time turn on to me, so last night in my masturbation
sessions, of which I much enjoy, I decided to engage in anal exploration. I put
on my headphone and watched Katsumi getting it in the asshole, and I find
myself to be an open minded individual,
who like to explore his sexuality, I was stroking my cock, and then my fingers
of my right hand started exploring my anus, then I stuck my index finger up my
asshole. It felt great, so I stuck two fingers up my ass, then I felt a bit gay
about the whole thing, so I put on my pants and walked around the town, knowing
no one knew that I just fucked myself.
The End.
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