how those words would float up to the surface
shaking Zuihitsu
for some reason I got to keep writing it out.
Never had a honey moon
but I think I may have had something like it
on Cape Hatteras too.
I spent years trying to write about here and on litkicks
always comes out garbled because my vanity gets in the way
I really loved Hest_Pryne, not the user name but the woman in the Novel.
I was going to call my great american hyper text trash novel
'My Scarlett Letters
The big three A that I had on my conscience
Acid Adultery Abortion
you know it might even have commercial possibility if there is any market for drug crazed erotic nightmares.
I got a sick sense of humor
hyper mordant thats me
it was the sweetest orgasm I have ever had
acid etched on my mind
she had seen that Fonda flick The Trip so naturally we did it Always wondered why she asked me if I wanted anything special, I said lets just act naturally cause I did not have any script in my head for a movie.
She did, but it was a mystery to me what it was. I am autistic with women. Maybe we all are, but I got Aspergers I never know what I am going to say to them the morning after.
FOrget this above in blue, just a digression get back to it
I came into that beautiful woman's life like a karmic shit storm
As much as the abortion hurt me, she bore the insult to her body, something I don't believe she had coming, but maybe it was kismet that two with such a peculiar sexual karma should meet.
So back to blue again
After the abortion I became the wandering Jew
ever read that novel
My First Two Thousand Years.
I found a home on the road
When I get lonely I go down to the highway and listen to those big trucks whine
got end this now before I go back and start cutting the parts that sound too damn glib
