01 10 2014, Paris

when struggling in the quagmire of one's own thoughts,
-stories, people, futures-
which swell and cross like rough surf
not permitting - not wanting - a clear line to shore
the best approach is to tread, lightly,
water
cultivate patience,
stamina
and remember that there is always more to come,
that waters calm and roughen
as the pulse that tempers them needs not much
to fall in and out of sync
with the world
the moon, for example,
could suffice

22 01 2014, Sydney

'Cannot believe you pulled the gender card. BUSTED.'

Yeh I will pull it whenever I want sucker!!! That card is stuck on you like a lick of fresh cum in the morning sun. And I meant it like I said it , the male is there no matter what and my maleness will never touch yours, cunt

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