When the courtesies started, he knew the letters would stop.
Then the Letters Stopped
She Made His Day
She was around. He was around. He felt blessed.
But What Can I Do?
Trapped in camp last night, and feeling horrible about it, I decided to write a poem called But What Can I Do?
Stock Market Scam
The art of scamming.
Relation of Height to Salary
Height matters when it comes to salary.
Poems of the Self
A couple of poems, one written by Ayn Rand, which reminded me of one I wrote back in 2001.
How do I stand?
When your unconscious loses it, and your conscious is forced to take over, it makes for some interesting thoughts. Imagine if you had to consciously command your heart to beat, or your lungs to breathe!
Importance of an Ejaculation
Subject headers of questionable e-mails I have received regarding the interactions of a boy and girl in bed. Increase the volume of your ejaculation. Has your cum ever dribbled and you wish it had shot out? Your girl will thank me for it 🙂 I thought I might come up with a few myself... Problems... Continue Reading →
The Sleeping Volcano
"F*ck!" I shout at the top of my voice as I punched the cupboard with my closed fist. Adrenaline rushes through my body as my mind says "stop this rage! stop this rage! The others are not going to like what they see... you are not like this! You are normally the picture of calm,... Continue Reading →
The Freedom of Choice
A look into the freedom of choice -- and the catch-22 that it brings about. We do not choose to be born, but without birth, we cannot choose to live or die.
Donn, fragments 