quiver

Hello, young American.

We wake up together. My white mattress is stained with blood. Some is the the result of my self-toe surgery (the trick is knowing the exact moment o rip the blade out. It’s a little like playing jazz trombone ). The rest seems to have escaped from her middle…

We watch people masturbate on Chat roulette. She taunts them with her tits (they all say: nice) and I stand around in the background brushing my teeth, doing jumping jacks, riding the exercise bike, drinking a salty dog. The young masturbaters just stare the old ones ask for “pussy plz” (have we reached such a low in society that we cannot spell out please when asking a woman we don’t know to show us her vagina?). We laugh at them.If i had a projector i would beam their actions against the church wall. but I don’t.

A transgendered neo-hippy m2w told me that eventually the poor will come to power. i sure hope not.

I tell the boss, I don’t think making me come to work on Fridays benefits anyone. She agrees. Now every weekend is a long weekend. To celebrate this my nurse is accompanying me to Six Flags.

Mostly we have sex (with varying degrees of effort, but always success), throw the football, and try to overpower one another. It feels pretty natural. WWMD (what would monkeys do). I want to meet the ex-husband she left.

She asks me why i read so many newspapers and watch reruns of top model. “I like Yoanna…You don’t like Yoanna?”

“No, she looks like an alien!” (makes strange pig alien face)

“Her face is top notch”

“How could you like her and like me? We look totally different!”

“So I look like Taye Diggs????”(then we take a tubby. eat sherbet. drive with the top off. betray patient-nurse confidentiality. pretend we are less bad than everyone else. )

How do you do?