just a singer in a drugs-sex-& rock-&-roll band
Well, I've had drugs enough for 3 (just ask Timothy Leary -- or you could've, when he still lived), I've had dreams enough for 3, too -- all shattered by schizophrenia, the long series of unfinished novels; & I've had love enough for one: I have my Hope to comfort me; I've got my new horizons out to sea. & I'd give myself so lightly, for my lady -- yet last nite, even on top of Viagra, I had a hard time getting off. I think we spent too much time watching Heavenly Hooters instead of going to bed to have fun. Also, Trish accidentally missed a dose of Risperdal -- I advised her to take one in the early evening & 2 at bedtime -- so she turned into Cranky Bear, then realized what the problem was, & took some early. (Somnolent effect is too great to take the whole dose at once.)
We were down in the basement -- I've already got my head examined; Dr. Boes will get my eyes excited on Friday -- as the weather yesterday kept us down there, to escape from the heat -- we're having bipolar weather: hot & dry followed by cool & rainy. When the really bad weather starts, I want to have the cable transferred from upstairs to the place of head-examining highs to eye-exciting lows, albeit I'd have to get some U-boat to accomplish that.
I also spent a fair amount of time yesterday working on "Galaxies" before Trish woke up. Now that I have the 2001 version seeming to gel, I think I can get it to Stan Schmidt in another week or so. I plan to write on it again, soon, if I can just pull myself away from free online porn. Altavista is the best place to turn that up. I need it as an appendix to my Viagra, because of the way Risperdal causes the Orgasm-Death. Even though everything had been real atomic the time before last nite, the slime-off the 2nd time didn't really own up to the pill's reputation.
Some of it came from the Moody Blues, beloved band of my adolescence. At the month's beginning, we picked up a DVD of the band; Trish developed a "chrush" on the lead singer, so her fantasy played against mine: she'd say "Justin"; I'd say "Kim" -- though a nice Philip K. Fantasy, the woman hasn't seen us for over a month. I'm afraid to call her, as it'd lead to constant coming-over, like it did the summer Trish worked at Mickey D's. I'm also Leery of starting jealousy between the 2 -- & paranoia. Car-girl has been teaching my wife sign language, but she's taking June off -- & Kimothy usually goes to Oreo-gone for the summer, so nothing might happen until everybody's back from vacation.
I look forward to a day with my wife. She has an appointment with Charlene at 10:00, after which we'll be making a stop-over at the Layout. Then to the bank; we have to buy some foil to bake a No-Bake with. They're only 3 buckadingdongs over at Wally World.
Little Lucinda, if you are reading this, please know that I'm happy with my Bumble Bee Girl. Scientologists, if you are reading this, please be advised that Scientology kills!
We were down in the basement -- I've already got my head examined; Dr. Boes will get my eyes excited on Friday -- as the weather yesterday kept us down there, to escape from the heat -- we're having bipolar weather: hot & dry followed by cool & rainy. When the really bad weather starts, I want to have the cable transferred from upstairs to the place of head-examining highs to eye-exciting lows, albeit I'd have to get some U-boat to accomplish that.
I also spent a fair amount of time yesterday working on "Galaxies" before Trish woke up. Now that I have the 2001 version seeming to gel, I think I can get it to Stan Schmidt in another week or so. I plan to write on it again, soon, if I can just pull myself away from free online porn. Altavista is the best place to turn that up. I need it as an appendix to my Viagra, because of the way Risperdal causes the Orgasm-Death. Even though everything had been real atomic the time before last nite, the slime-off the 2nd time didn't really own up to the pill's reputation.
Some of it came from the Moody Blues, beloved band of my adolescence. At the month's beginning, we picked up a DVD of the band; Trish developed a "chrush" on the lead singer, so her fantasy played against mine: she'd say "Justin"; I'd say "Kim" -- though a nice Philip K. Fantasy, the woman hasn't seen us for over a month. I'm afraid to call her, as it'd lead to constant coming-over, like it did the summer Trish worked at Mickey D's. I'm also Leery of starting jealousy between the 2 -- & paranoia. Car-girl has been teaching my wife sign language, but she's taking June off -- & Kimothy usually goes to Oreo-gone for the summer, so nothing might happen until everybody's back from vacation.
I look forward to a day with my wife. She has an appointment with Charlene at 10:00, after which we'll be making a stop-over at the Layout. Then to the bank; we have to buy some foil to bake a No-Bake with. They're only 3 buckadingdongs over at Wally World.
Little Lucinda, if you are reading this, please know that I'm happy with my Bumble Bee Girl. Scientologists, if you are reading this, please be advised that Scientology kills!
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