Early Monday Morning

I’m sitting here writing Phantom Of The Opera is on TCM Sunday Silents

I need this movie because ghosts are with me now. My cousin died . She was 72. At this point I know nothing more. She was a good person, neither a drunk or a druggie, an exception for my family.

My best friend from my high school days has congestive heart failure. They can treat that these days. He can live with that.

Still, it seems the spectres gather. A good fuck might make a difference. But don’t have it in me to seduce my wife. The risk of rejection outweighs the benefits. I could lubricate her quim and hope for the best.

I’m old and I want a young woman to fall in love with. A baby would bring a future that I desire so deeply.

Any Volunteers ?

I have been a cowardly little putz for most of my life, until I could hold it in no longer. I wanted a woman as adventurous in real life as much as I fancied her in my dreams.

She wore knit dresses with no underwear, waxed her cunt, but left her armpits furry. The rings in her nipples were obvious as they showed underneath her dress

Her first words to me were, “Uou ever been pegged?” I admitted. I hadn’t .

“ Now’s your chance.”

And so she produced a tube of lube, pulled down my jeans and boxers and put a gob of that stuff in my asshole. I felt her fingers work in and out, as my cock got harder and harder

She took a minute to adjust her harness and strap on., then spit on my asshole just for good measure. I felt the pressure then the push and her hand began pulling on my hard dick.

I was grateful she was taking her time, stopping to pull on my nipples or take little nibbles on my neck.

“You men are all cunts at heart.”

She was right. Of course.

Help! Where Am I ?

I woke up. I got up to urinate, and found myself disoriented. I was aware of where the toilet was and where I was, so no messes ensued, but still I was unsure what day it was. I was surprised to find Janet in bed beside me.

I had slept soundly. And now I was wide awake. I came down, brewed coffee, ate a quartered apple with peanut butter, and began watching a Nazi propaganda film from World War Two. This film has been restored, so it’s very clear, but still remains as disgusting as the day it was filmed.

On the plus side, the film lacks any contemporary American political celebrities.

Still creepy after all these years.

F¥£k ‘Em All

(This might include you.)

So on one of these websites for opinion posting , a person opined that he is “exhausted” by Trump. That’s fine by me, but what got me thinking is that the antics of the Biden Administration, must be energizing to this “thinker/opiner”., if we consider the alternative to this position.

There’s an old saying that one only gets flak when your bomber is over the target. No one is trying to kill Rubio, Romney, DeSantis, or McConnell among the cluster of other GOP celebrities. I guess that’s because if these men were to run for President, the Washington cesspool would still be available for Open Swim. The killing would persist in Gaza, Lebanon. Ukraine or any other place where US diplomacy, i.e. killing, persists.

Bush, Cheney, Obama and Biden are all war criminals, because it’s ok to kill Arabs, Jews, Russians, or Ukrainians, just like Hitler did. Nothing will happen to them.

Up

I had big plans until insomnia settled on me.

I was going to go to bed and awaken in time for the 11:00 at St Benedict. The goal has eluded me unless I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

St Benedict appears unattainable unless I can fall asleep, awaken in three and a half hours, shower, dress and leave by 10:30.

The sun will be up soon. I want to be in bed again.