Friday.
Woke to a shining sun.
My bowels passed freely at last.
I ate soft toast and kumquat marmalade.
Ten minutes yoga, then back to bed.
Raw ginger and the silver blitzsturm cock today.
An orgasm of the delicious, core deep, screaming sort.
It scared the parrot.
A whore’s wash, then walked my camera about.
At the lane’s end, I stole a lonely woman’s soul in infrared.
And carried her bytes home.
In the afternoon, I lifted her from the 3D.
Exposed, naked, her perception slowly dawned.
I poured sherry.
We fucked on the divan.
Perhaps I’ll print again tomorrow.
