I get in bed with Musette, determining blue balls the righteous prizes of this moment: going with the flow. Backed up on youtube restrictions. Why? Why they got to be that way. We are adults, those of us who care to see should be able to see. We’ve only got one life to live. These are the days of our lives. You’re crooking my neck. The sun is up. I want to get more sleep. Today is my day off. We’re turning in our thirty day notice today. I need my strength. What’s the point of keeping me so restrained from my muse? I won’t hurt her.
Do you trust me?