This has nothing to do with the novella, which is a project I will never finish but should provide some enjoyment. This is some old shit but since I'm starting a blog I might as well go hard from the get go. P-stripes are like monsters under the bed: you don't see 'em but you know they're there. When there is a turning on of the bright lights, ladies like to cover up like ostriches. Both sexes, mull this over. I guess there are D-stripes as well but I guess I don't think about that. Let it go. Not the least hippieish but definitely about Love Your Body Day. This is feminist. Let the sun shine in so all can get tanned in your glory.
I don't wish for intentions to become nebulous and us lose the chance to connect. This blog will not have such raunchiness all the time; its supposed to be mellow but I have to fill it up so that the page isn't so lonely. We'll grow. I'll holla at the emo, dark side of the moon soon. But this shit is hilarious! Who makes that?
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