stick stabbing and challenging fantasies

I awoke with the sharp twang of pain in my left lobe. Upon further inspection, I discovered that I had once again fallen asleep on my afro comb and it had embedded itself in my listening device.

The fact that the lady in the orange shirt chased me around the mall, wielding a twig wasn’t enough….nor the fact that I was run over by a troupie yesterday whilst riding my super-sexy electra…I think the final straw was waking up last night to the sounds of mating calls and bins being thrown upon the street below.

I honestly believe, that after residing in alice springs for a total of 12 months, I would honestly, be able to live quite happily in Compton, usa. Yeah ok, so I learnt how to handle a switch blade in blacktown, I know how to kill someone with one final blow….but the intricate methods of protective and uncalled for violence I have learnt,. Been witness to and observed whilst residing here in the springs of alice are enough to construct my own martial arts centre….i shall call it….the centre for ants…..but it needs to be….at least……three times bigger than this.

Golden showers. I began reading a book today (finally finishing shades of grey, only to discover there are another 2 parts coming in the future…..NO!OOOO!!!!) which delves into the art of kinky sex, kinkdom and all that jazz.

Written by a food critic/journo (food and sex going so well together) the opening chapters speak endlessly of golden showers.

I can’t stop thinking about them. How would I do it? Could I do it?

Scene set in dindgy dark room, lit by candle light…….
Two peeps making out, one stands and commands the other to go get the plastic from the laundry and lay it out in the lounge room floor.

……after a half hour of setting up the piddle zone, other calls out its done. She / or he puts down there copy of the financial times, tries to coax themselves ready to pee.

….heavy petting, slapping….lay down and open wide…………I don’t know…….if I could do it………….nevertheless I can’t stop thinking about it.

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She touched my arm when motions breezed past, like some subordinate mental telepathy. I think she appreciates my charm.
To what notifications hold, I scramble upon stairs, rehearsing a line I’ve played within my mind for a little while now, but no longer than a week.
I wonder if chocolates would do justice to her smile……..isn’t there a more appropriate gift I could give, that wouldn’t alter her thighs?
I like people to be nice to other people but not overly nice. Could you be nice to me even if I referred to you as a elephant? I don’t think so.

I picture pieces flowing from you mind, through your heart comes a subtle text that only I can decipher.
Just judgmental enough to be classed an arsehole. I am happy with my current stance, regarding the loss of empathy towards dickheads.

What defines a dickhead, only the paranoid ones muse.

Tomorrow I shall wake up and press my ear against the refrigerator. I regard the hums as distant voices which settle deep within my core.
I hope to find clarity within the hums, some guidance and perhaps even some fruit yoghurt to go with my pomegranate.

Pomegranate lightens the soul.