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New Year’s Eve, Watching Blackpool Movies

31 Tuesday Dec 2019

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2020 looms on tbe horizon. Around 3:45, I awoke. Simply being in the same position too long prompted my waking. After an attempt to go back to sleep, I dressed and came downstairs

Right now I am watching a film what a holiday in Blackpool was like in 1957. It seems the style role model for women was Marilyn Monroe, the men Elvis. The swimsuits and other fashions change but holiday at the seaside seems unchanging. The Blackpool trams are a constant also. The neon lights are a delight.

Now here is a film on Victoria Pier, Blackpool 1904. This was filmed on Whitsuntide. These old films give no idea of how hard life was in the first decade of the Twentieth Century.

I shall go back to bed when J goes to work in about an hour.

Done

31 Tuesday Dec 2019

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cooking, swimming

I started the day with back pain. I did some kitchen tidying, then lay down for a couple of hours, showered and lay down some more.

Then after dinner, I started preparation on chicken salad for J’s lunch. I went swimming, did a mile, came home. I did some laundry, finished the chicken salad and the other parts of J’s lunch.

Now I am tired and a little out of sorts. I’m going to bed .

Kitsch

30 Monday Dec 2019

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This is the Horatio Greenough statue of Washington, completed around 1835. Greenough was the first academically trained American sculptor yet this work has consistently met with ridicule. (I don’t know why?!)

Here are some modern takes on this oeuvre.

Yet another effort from John. .
M’y friend John with an entreaty to Kate Winslet (not pictured)

There is tons O’Fun available with this,

Hurried? Or Eager ?

30 Monday Dec 2019

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Erotic Writing Maybe A Poem. NSFW 18+.

I want you. With no consequence.

No repercussions, complications,

Paternity Tests Nor litigation.

My Dream makes you as randy

And shameless as I am.

Greedy for this Time and Taste of You.

If you care not about my paunch, I will grasp your muffin top

And revel in your back rolls.

Marvel at the seasoned  invitation of your most private grip.

Headline On Smart Phone

29 Sunday Dec 2019

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This is from MLB.com:

These Rookies Flashed Amazing Tools.

Really? I guess the folks at MLB.com have pristine imaginations, unlike this writer.

Remember Beavis & Butthead? “He said ‘tool’.”

Upon Further Consideration

29 Sunday Dec 2019

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Staying up til 230 AM was not a very good idea. I should go back to bed, but after J woke me up when she went to work, I’m having problems.

It is fatigue, sadness, loneliness all rolled into one. I told J I wanted her to retire when is eligible for her full Social Security benefit at age 66. I don’t know if she will that is a year away.

I don’t want to go to Mass today.

Somebody hug me.

Loveliest Of Days

29 Sunday Dec 2019

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Loveliest of days, sunlight spent, wrapped now in darkness. House lights keep the time alive. As work is done till rest commands.

Lovers know of lust and urge, kiss. Caress, press and rub, growl and trill.

Night calls to the lonely. Find your lover in your dreams.

Holiday Cuteness

29 Sunday Dec 2019

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This is my great niece Reagan. She is four. She got a Disney Princess Dress for Christmas. I don’t know what character. I assume neither Gertrude Stein nor Alice Toklas are Disney Princesses, at least not yet. We had a family celebration with my niece, her husband and little Reagan. Of course my sister, her husband, my stepmum, and #1 son were there too. His wife was home sick, Plus my brother, sister-in-law and younger nephew were there too. #2 Son was visiting his mother’s family in North Carolina. My elder nephew, his wife and their two boys are in Italy, where he is on assignment with the DoD. Tbat accounts for most everybody.

We had large amounts of fun.

I am just sitting here now

Solace

28 Saturday Dec 2019

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Erotic Writing. A Work Of The Imagination (albeit limited). NSFW 18+

For the Cinderellas who stay at home.

She knew days like this came with service. Yes she willingly accepted the terms. The Master of The House had chosen Annabelle for this particular soirĂ©e. And why not? That was her purpose, Trophy Whore. Who could be better? Trophy Teeth, Trophy Hair, blonde and bountiful, magnificent tits, “Magnifi-tits”, was the name the other members of The Staff, as they called themselves, gave Annabelle.

The part of Master not ruled by money was ruled by ego. Ostensibly, he liked sex, not because he liked women or boys even, but because he liked control, and being worshipped, bloody worshipped.

The rest of The Staff knew the amatory arts, like modern geishas. They served Master, or his clients, providing ancillary benefits for investing with Master. They enjoyed themselves, to be sure. All of them deluded themselves that being Master’s “associate” gave them time to write, compose, paint, decorate cakes. Whatever. That was the fig leaf that gave them just a little dignity, to cover their bare quims or labial rings.

So why was June so glum? Boredom? Yes. Disillusionment, for sure. That dream of a life of thrills was wearing thin. Being a whore on call to a Wall Street big shot seemed liked a tabloid job, definitely a source for unending anecdotes to go in the tell-all story. But the realization that rich people, weren’t particularly interesting, just because they were rich, hit hard.

Maybe that was why the pizza delivery guy looked so good to her. Jeans, tee-shirt, Mets cap, for chrissake. Not the zillion dollar suit, perfect tan, gym body, manicured hands.

“When you get off?” She asked as she proffered the tip.

“Eleven.”

“Come back here. I can add to that tip.” That was hard to imagine when he unrolled the hundred dollar bill. But show up he did. She came to the door, naked, pulled him in, pressed her soft flesh against him.

She took in the pizza sauce odor mixed with Axe body spray. Her hands reached for his belt buckle. In a matter of seconds his jeans bunched around his ankles like denim shackles, and she was steering him by his thick and uncut prick into the bedroom.

“Can you eat pussy?” He nods. Ever tasted asshole? Another nod.

“Time to earn that Benjamin, Junior.”

And he set to work, with just the instinct to please driving him on.

The safer sex rules sort of registered, as he made use of the dental dams and condoms so plentiful on the night stand. And that cunt. She did those Kegels religiously, he not knowing doing Kegels was her religion.

Yeah he had fun. And the bitch did squirt. Just like in the porn he jerked off to most nights after work.

And when he left around Two, she showered his smell off and brushed the Marlboro taste out of her mouth with Colgate. But goddam it, he was her Trick for a change.

The next morning, June packed a bag, and got on the train back to Georgia. Let “master” find somebody else for the apartment.

Imaginary Headlines

27 Friday Dec 2019

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Woman Shoots Husband With Gun Bought With Cabela’s Gift Card.

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