February 6, 2005
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I tried…
I did. I tried to post something in the last four days. But it was all at awkward times and nothing made sense. Alone, they were nothing, but together they might fly. Here are all my attempts at a post.
A very themed week…
Nothing but poker this week. The trio of john angus and dustin once again squared away. John lost it all. Angus took first and I doubled my money. Being pissed for the previous night, John made an off hand challenge of a fifty dollar game right there
So I have this penis…
It aches at times. It becomes a real nuisance, a dull throb between my legs stealing attention from anything else.
What reality do you choose? A benign anthropomorphic older white male god, an eight armed swordfighter with a bevy of friends, A reborn Jew, some interconnecting force thingie that unites us all, nothing, you concede that you will never tuly prove it one way or another, a female earth matriarchy, an asian or arab prophet?
What really turns you on? Kissing, fucking, making love, oralizing, getiing oralized, hitting, biting, the dry one, power, feet, food, leather, midget porm?
I haven’t felt like posting in a while. I don’t know why. Or maybe it’s just been too much poker, and I never liked being a broken record. John lost allot again on Thursday, with an impromptu gauntlet thrown after the game ended, for another fifty winner takes all head to head match. Then Saturday I lost fifty five and john one a gross of 192 (net 120) for big winner status.
