under the strawberry skies
me: hey mum
reggie: ur in big trouble
me: what’s wrong now???
reggie: your dad tried to gchat with you and he saw your remarks about, “i got swagged and now my ovaries are pumping”, and he said that is crude
me: LOL. oh that..it’s about female empowerment. swag = coolness/confidence…and it pumps out of my ovaries…?
reggie: well maybe you should email your father about that and explain it to him
"idk what the heck a ferrari is but thats what in my garage. its way too fast and way too fun. and i see these sluts with incredibly wet pussies and they just stare at me when i drive by. i feel like a piece of meat. you can actually see their pussy lips bulging out of their short shorts. big fat pussy lips that look like a sambo doll with a mouthful of lox. and they all want ME. theres no escape…. tonight is the night i end it all…."
HPN
What's on the Menu?
Very cool. Just transcribed Colonial Hotel’s breakfast menu.
The hotel’s menu dating back to 1900 included palatable pleasers such as rum omelettes, fried mush and onions and clam broth in a cup.
song of the day. more like song of the week. song of the summer?
"To kiss and to kill are similar words to eyes that focus with difficulty."
‘Voss’ by Patrick White
spring
an expected visitor arrived about a month late. he came in, sat cross-legged on deadened grass of a city park, unbuttoned the top half of his shirt to let a few scraggly wisps of chest hair peek out. the girls, pale, thin and bewildered, were awed by the expected visitor.
“where the fuck have you been, dipshit?” cried one spectral beauty. and with that, they began the long and laborious method of stripping layers, one by one, a cashmere scarf, woolen cardigans, thermal longjohns.
it was getting warmer and warmer, and the expected visitor laid coolly on the grass, now with his sunglasses pushed atop his forehead, a gleaming smile that belied the distress of his wan accusers. the fuck are they talking about? whiney bitches.
after a brief period of exultation, they began to weep, a maudlin assembly of pathetic children. for long they had waited and for naught.
