Does the line "My chest was full of eels pushing through my usual skin" have anything to do with... taking laxatives? I mean it's great to lose weight, but that's one of those things that makes me think about Die Frau ohne Schatten psychosis (die frau hones shats scats, etc.) Intelligence, you know. Vague Value... pie in the sky, that I did. The American Dream. Harris hobbies. "We Make it Rain."

Chests aren't usually involved unless you're really REALLY losing weight. Also that's a female voice and so that chest is different than mine. But I mean eels... I just don't like eels. Eventually I'll be able to deal with that idea.

What's new?

Well, the Fleshlight arrived. Now masturbation is much a more. That thing requires a strong, rigid erection and for me now, well maybe even a couple of days of buildup. And after... the penis is plusher, thicker, and normal like it always should be without that icky stression. It's so mental to use the hand. This device is a workout as is sexual contact. The penis must relate to its own power and remember itself.

Oh, and about that photograph...

... anyway a tiny mole developed on the shaft of my penis and became very nothing in Seattle. That I attacked - and shrank it, and then dried it and clipped it off, and now it's GONE forever.

So that's a strange photo I saw once where there was a celebrity mole. I was interested in Cindy Crawford who is a famous person with a mole. It's totally nothing at all.

First I worked out at Matrix - but Wednesdays are amateur strippers, and the one named China smelled, but she recognized me as LOVE - and the pretty faced one with black hair named "Sasha" fell off the stage when I tipped her. She fell on me partially, and it really shocked me because I tried to catch her but it was no use.

The music is too much rap. My hair was cut well - it’s time to bleach soon. Bought that. I guess after another few days - it could be done today. I am going to get in perfect shape.

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And I watched porn. I used my new Fleshlight for the first time all the way through. The orgasm part was a tiny bit traumatic - I get sensitive sometimes and have to hold still, but when there's someone else around I continue forthrightly ... but with this I was for a moment motionless, and then I forced myself to thrust through the length of the orgasm. I am completely satisfied 'sexually' by that.

That would afford me a nicer flat, and help me out with those light fixtures and blacklights and Japanese chandeliers and light boxes and those posters must eventually get blacklit correctly. I just like that idea - I hope they find me appealing, and I HOPE that they are worth appealing to.

Got some groceries. Bought a pan with a lid. Progresso soups coming up in the future, yummy! I bought a whole roasted chicken with herbs for $7.99 - a big one. I can pick at that until next year. There's still some OJ to go with the vodka, but I might trip out and pick up some more white wine.

Sometimes it's so cold in Colorado. The Red Falcon. Red Wrapping Paper. Check out the state flag, and the shape of this state - but then, I guess you already did that.

Well the gym has a steamroom in it thick with moisture. I felt neato in there last night when I took off my towel. There's a man who works out there named Brian who is gonna be my friend. After Christmas I'm gonna hang out with him and his girlfriend. intelligent. Sheehan that is.

I'm pulling it in. Or it's coming together - or whatever. Whatever.

The last thing is that I need to bleach - but I don't want to do it. I should do it. There's the stuff, and here comes the weekend.

So new optometrist, dentist, flirting with a gym, making a buddy happen, knowing where to go and so on, and all services addressed and connected. If I stay here and get that job, eventually I can afford the scooter, receive the boxes from storage, and rewrite the entire outline and finish the Prologue. The Prologue is longer than I thought and more important to the work. Ariadna auf Naxos says so. Intermezzo says a trip to Vail or Winter Park with a loved one. Die Liebe der Danae sprinkles me with fresh bleached sex.

Denver is neat, I like it and I'm staying here. Trips to other places in Colorado on the bus, or from the train station downtown. Wyoming... New Mexico even. My wireless service works in Denver and also San Diego - and I've never been to San Diego!

I did something. I made a table and played with my title page and re-arranged it, and put pretend page numbers after each episode heading. Now it's looking like and easier write. The cover photo is a long ways off - I need inches if you know what all I mean.

This bleaching procedure is difficult; painful. One down. High yellow... only the hint of orange. The range of "O." The Red Falcon... I see why the Empress (thyroid blaster, grape smasher) was so troubled by the Red Falcon. That's "government" issue that's not entirely correct.

Oh my skin is so pained here. And the solution was so strange looking this time - glowing yellow, and that's odd for a super blue solve.