Well look at that! A way old jizzbox. It looks like it may be a Seeburg. What a nice array of music. You got your "She blew National Velvet" and there's "She had kisses sweeter than climax" . There were more of these when I thought it up but already there's ennui about it. Like the guy in a retirement jail house who convinced his latest pairing to just hold his peter when they sit. He stopped showing up, she went looking for him and he was there sitting with another gal "What does she have that I don't have" she wailed. He answered "parkinsons".

Digressions during the lengthened recovery from medical planning seem best when they are mind-mirror extensions from impure thoughts. Perhaps too peniscentric but then again this whole expository storyline is a man and his dick find Venus.

Excuse the digression but it's Saturday when full exclusion = stratosphere scrapin'. Things are manageable without my hands-on and that's a good thing. Like the look on the face of LLwannabes when the jizz happens - - they're showing signs of toxic-revulsion, imagined or not so "N E X T". Acrimony is next to my baloney, Harmony. . sorry 4 the repetition