Writings
Getting creative with your thoughts.
Simply put, a collection of what the soft spongy organ encapsulated within my skull, between my ears has been able to generate with the electrical and chemical impulses of synapses through the teamwork of neurons, dendrites and axons to bring the external stimulus that my body encounters into what we call observations and ideas, and more specifically in my case brought forth through the medium of the English language.
I do also have a very basic French language function but I will not embarrass myself in that regard, nor bring insult to the proud and praiseworthy culture of French countries and communities around the globe.
Writings
Crappy Birthday Fuck-Face!
I'll be damned, my old school paper pulp Globalist supported calendar let me know today that November the 14th is none other than the birthday of that raving Teutonic-Limey bitch Queen Charles the...
Trouble in the Henhouse?
Listen bitch, keep your much more elegantly enunciated, youthful, sophisticatedly high class existence mouth off of my man and his body of work! I have been putting out and getting off on his...
Perverts and Vultures……(?)
Welcome to the Revolution! Anyone to have stumbled into even a basic level of enlightenment must have surely come to realize that a revolution should surely be described as follows - Revolution:...
Catching the P-Line
Crudely speaking, such elegance and poise. One for the ages, now burnt in synaptic encompassing neuronal pathway splendour. A mystery of the universe solved in one fell whoosh, magnificent yet...
Pass the Salinity
The vicinity of their virginity had an affinity for divinity well beyond infinity. So went the Holey Trinity.
Uckfay Ouyay Owardcay
In case anybody is wondering, much to my chagrin, Yours Handyman Truly was not called upon to tweak and remedy rusty hinges and the like on old Saint Peter's cloud compound as of unsure direction of...
Little Twigs, Little Twigs, Let Me In……….
What an embarrassment! Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Well, surely some of you do, once that point has been reached, reached out to touch you that is. As for those who don't know, trust me,...
It’s a Thing
I suppose right now must be the right time to let my readership know that one of my turn-ons is watching uncoordinated Japanese women run. Trust me, it's a thing, I saw it once, in real life, and...
Chesterfield of Dreams
Like a bull in a china shop, as the old saying goes. For those old folks like myself who have heard the term anyways, it conjures images of immense, chaotic destruction of precious sensibilities...
An EAT-MORE Epic?
"OH HENRY!" she cried in pleasant consumptive delight, Nougat, nuts, and chocolate, surely only the mandible could put up a fight? From an infernal machine it must have been shat, Only those devil...
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