Up, down, flash! Up, down, flash! I’m feeling dizzy. There is an airy heaviness and followed by a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Flash! Someone is pushing me from behind. Flash! Peeking out I see that I’m being swung on a swing. In a children’s playground. Flash! though the day is hot and sunny, I see an old man in front with a long coat, and every time we go up, the little girls skirt rises, and he takes a picture. Jesus loves the children.
I wanna hold em like they do in Texas Plays
Fold and shit in em raise it baby piss on me I love it
Fuck and intuition is my mission phasers set to stun
And after she’s been hooked, fill her mouth with cum
A naked woman is running. Her breast wobble and bounce. She’s covered in sweat.Round she goes. The race track stretches out infront of her like those long straight roads we see in American road trips movies. Another naked woman is waiting ahead. looking down I see that the runners feet are slowing. then I am thrust forwards to the waiting woman. I am the baton, the diaper baton. And now we are leaving the panting woman, bent over, hands on her knees. Another waits ahead of this one. My never ending life cycle.
When I am opened, and can look down and see over my pristine white body, I imagine myself as a cloud, all fluffy and light. That a gentle breeze might blow me away to a better life and more certain future. Even if it meant death. Come wind. Come tempest. Release me.
It is dark. I can here distant voices getting closer. They sound frantic. And they are speaking Japanese! There’s lots of movement and dust fills the air. Poeple are running this way and that. I’m lying face down. Then rolled over, I get a brief glimpse of a dark sky before a huge foot, poised above me, come crashing down. Crushed by Godzilla. What can it mean?
I’m placed on the model and can look up and see a limp cock thrust into her face so that the scene can begin. I think the male talent is expecting some kind of help here, but the chick says that she’s paid for the scene and will do nothing else. The limp cock gets even limper on this news. I hear the photographer suggesting that maybe she can be alittle more accomodating. But of course, she gets paid either way……and even gets paid the same if the guy van’t perform. I must admit, I like her attitude. The day ends with me being returned to the storage room un-used. And happy.
- Published:April 27th, 2009
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The soothing voice of my mother wafts over me. She tells of her undying love for me. I feel her warm touch. I am her beautiful child. She promises never to leave me again. She starts to cry. My eyes well up. Through her quiet sobing she mumbles ofthe pain of seperation and talk of when we can be together forever. And then….she cals me “George”. Errrr, I’m a little taken aback. Then I feel her hand inside me. I can smell old pussy. Through the gap I spy an old woman masturbating to te photo of her dead son. There is no God. 
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