Losing My Way

Here am writing again and I am very excited to see naked men having sex with me and I think about sucking cock really well; that would be fun since it could lead to getting my ass fucked FUCKED FUCKED FUCKED¡¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O and I wanted to be so good and only be all literary and on the second day I am writing about Cock and how much I need to get a hold of one and put that cock in my mouth. I say good man will you recite my new poem while I suck your cock? So he recites my poem as I put his cock in my mouth. I like penis cuz I'm a genius/ I want one up my ass/ a nice cock up my ass up my ass UP MY ASS//// I want a nice cock up my ass////// Fuck my ass and soothe a troubled soul///// I think of your cock as salvation////// Hallelujah o Jesus watch me suck a cock////// that will soon go up my ass///// I feel like a genius//// when I get fucked up the ass////// I am a genius so Fuck my ass///// I am a genius so Fuck my ass///// hard to say that with a cock in my mouth///

I didn't write one word in February. I played piano and performed a couple of times at Gingko's and saw lots of movies. It has gotten to be a habit: seeking out old movies to watch, sometimes picked out just for the title or a certain actor. They range in quuality from rotten to sublime, like the one I saw today. Green For Danger, with Trevoor Howard and Alastair Sim as a Scotland Yard inspector; it was worth watching just for Sim's performance. Anyway, I will try to write more often. I only wrote this because I was too tired to read but not tired enough to sleep, and extremely annoyed by some witless music. How often it is that the bad brings something good.