Ho No Mo
Sunday Trish did nothing but lounge around in her new bathrobe.
Yesterday, we went to the Perky Pam Layout, where Cheri suddenly blurted, "You done any more writing?" just as the 2 of us were leaving, which greatly embarrassed me & furthered my resolve only to go to the place only as necessary -- & even if she did like something, her taste is awful; it'd probably never sell.
When we arrived back at home Trish did some light cleaning; I started the macaronis aroung 5:30; boom! Kimothy Leery with a note: "When not busy?"
I replied in sign, "Trish mad you about sex no more", while Trish came out of the kitchen & stood behind me, shaking her head.
We watched TV for the rest of the evening, mostly Skiffy. This morning when the alarm clock went off, Trish became thoroughly obsessed with Kim's Kisses, diseases, & nipple-biting, & made me take down her photo from Ho or No -- the last vestiges of my lingering hypomania departed; now there is only Creation (aesthetically) by pure reason or the dark chasm of depression.
Yesterday, we went to the Perky Pam Layout, where Cheri suddenly blurted, "You done any more writing?" just as the 2 of us were leaving, which greatly embarrassed me & furthered my resolve only to go to the place only as necessary -- & even if she did like something, her taste is awful; it'd probably never sell.
When we arrived back at home Trish did some light cleaning; I started the macaronis aroung 5:30; boom! Kimothy Leery with a note: "When not busy?"
I replied in sign, "Trish mad you about sex no more", while Trish came out of the kitchen & stood behind me, shaking her head.
We watched TV for the rest of the evening, mostly Skiffy. This morning when the alarm clock went off, Trish became thoroughly obsessed with Kim's Kisses, diseases, & nipple-biting, & made me take down her photo from Ho or No -- the last vestiges of my lingering hypomania departed; now there is only Creation (aesthetically) by pure reason or the dark chasm of depression.
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