since 1933

i have reasons for liking the things that i like. i believe that explicating the reasons makes the entire enterprise, of "liking", "enjoying", rather trite... i only engage in such explanations during post-orgasm glow. post-orgasm glow is never trite. at least not to the one glowing.

so...

i have trouble thinking beyond my perspective, reaching beyond my interests. for example. i am an only child.... therefore, when i think about an incestuous relationship between a brother and sister... i consider how convenient that would be, not how disgusting. i am well aware that such a thing is probably appalling to people that have siblings... but i don't have siblings... so the idea of a hot sister is sexually intriguing. sweet sweet honesty.

another thing. i hear this said; "if only he had a girlfriend." which is followed by... "then he would get it together" or "then he would be a different man." creepy dudes, lazy dudes, ugly dudes, etc... that need girlfriends... lack girlfriends because they are... creepy, lazy, ugly... dudes that need girlfriends. it is not as though a girlfriend is on the horizon and they will get over the pesky hump once she comes around. the hump is not just a rut, or whatever folk-psychology term you want to use, the so called hump is the shabby dude's way of being. said dudes are going to have to get lucky as shit to land some caring poon.

fucking insomnia. it used to be that i couldn't fall asleep at a reasonable hour.... now i can't sleep for more than two hours in a row. welcome to shit-bang-jelly town.



i may just yank off until my brain falls out.

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