"You should write some fiction again. You're too much into your personal stuff right now"
And? I don't have a fucking contract. No assignment. I vomit or cry or laugh or cum here. Do I bore you? Well, tell someone who fucking cares.
Funny thing is, I don't write fiction at all. Nothing is made up. Created at best. From the reals, the truths, the days. Reflexions and thoughts brought to life through Words that sometimes make no sense, or too much.
I hate that idea that a blog must entertain. Must adress the reader. I must nothing. You must? Good for you. When I stumble upon your blog and I read your musts, I won't judge you. That's what you like to do, must. When you stumble upon mine, and read my musn'ts, please keep going if that's not for you. I swear I will not loose any sleep over it.
I want to tell you about a fantastic fuck, a miserable evening, a great walk. Blog, whatever that word means, to me it means I can come here and be. Whoever, whatever I want. In the form I choose or feel right for the moment.
Dear diary, tonight, I wrote about you.
Yeah!
lol. at least people read your blog;)
but yeah..fuck em.
no fiction, no crap, just the elegant swan…
Amen!
lets hold on to what we believe in, only.
When did you cum here? Hey keep the server clean k 😛
thanks everyone.
dave: yeah, that mouth of mine really defines feminity 😉
franky: it was already sticky when I moved in.