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| there was the day that he came home from work
to find milk on the floor, raisins on the ceiling, bits of toasted bread stuck to the walls. it was of course the first day of spring. and, like any other sexy good-looking big-dicked young man, he broke down and had a good cry. then came the invasion of the alcohol-induced lazies; when the telephone rang, it was his best friend tom. tom was young, sexy, skinny, and hot. he invited tom right on over, and then the two of them shared the alcohol-induced lazies there on the couch with some porn. things of an intense and highly personal sexual nature occurred between them. these sorts of things had occurred before. but they both continued to downplay the significance. when tom left, the apartment became, once again, very very quiet. crumbs, once on the floor, migrated to the walls. lights flickered. spring. spring. spring. the first day, the month of june not the longest, but surely the most supple. |
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| March 2009 |
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