Part 2 of the collection. Art is written for art, and that’s all it means.
Usually when I put together a collection of writing, I will make a book by hand binding it. This time I am going to put the collection on here, titled “Love Songs I Write To Myself”. Enjoy!
Three men walk into a bar. They drink, they eat, they have a great time, until the unexpected happens.
The ever rising and falling tide of pleasure. It is never far off and it is never here.
Revelations On The Toilet Seat "Come for me, baby," he says as he comes, cavalierly, into me. He finishes with a smile, rolls off, finishes his drink. He got what he wanted, now off to the next thing on his list. Check. Check, please. I offered myself to him on a silver platter. He told …