Writing
Alcohol as mental lubricant, social adhesive and sexual catalyst.
Here we all is sitting in front of our terminals. Tippity tapping away, we are the super heroes with sexual function.
I am sorry words for the mistreatment that is being wrecked upon you being bound up with mind running on when boy is pulled out and cords get cut simply in the act of thinking that there is no more value in existence within words than within the company of others.
THe bottom of my entrails getting a good scraping. It all gets sorted through. Writing is this for me and that for others.