Saturday, September 24, 2011

my gift to storytelling

i think my storytelling gift is that i'm intentional with what i say, and i'm willing to say anything.  i believe in the right to say any fucking cunty word or phrase.

now the TMI  warning
:)

I'm dense with hair.
Each strand is thin enough, 
nearly weightless.
The thousands together
curled and intermixing
on chest and belly
arms legs and ass
add a thick layer -
not quite Robin Williams,
far from the shivering sheen
of a swimmer's or bicycler's body.


I'm in Costa Rica now:
70's and 80's and 90's year round!
This jizz that I'm: 
rinsing down the sink,
catching in a cotton rag,
replenishing myself with by licking
palm to fingers,
and perhaps allowing the sheets or my briefs 
to soak up some post cum - 
will this jizz be encoded for warm weather humans that
have no need for a soft woolish coat?
How much peach-fuzz sperm
am i shooting?

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