Tag: art
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the dicktographer is happening, all my fellow dick-pic-ers who obsess over the best angle to highlight the frenulum or shaft or maybe that big ol’ pee-hole that never functions like it’s supposed to and shotguns urine all over the place like some kind of hellish lawn sprinkler wait maybe you should hair-gel the pubes…
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Musings
Recently, I’ve concluded it’s not my negativity that gets in the way; negativity arises spontaneously, as an instinctive response to an unpreferable circumstance. It’s my temptation to CLING to the negativity that holds me back–whether that manifests as denial, suppression, pretending it doesn’t exist, arguing whether it should be there, arguing whether it shouldn’t…when I…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
As I plop down in front of my laptop, I clap my hands and rub em together. Guess what time it is? It’s JERKIN’ TIME!!! Here we go. Myfriendshotmom dot com, milfaf, cougarsontheprowl…how many tabs? ALL THE TABS! How many windows? ALL THE WINDOWS! Foul-smelling smoke drifts up from my screen. That’s how I know…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the Ye Olden Cock is happening, all my fellow silver-haired fuck-machines who are capitalizing on the interest in distinguished old men but when you finally get with a woman you have to start explaining the old balls smell and the liver-spotted taint and the creepy white ear hair that makes you look like Doc…
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Musings
After physically doing what I can, I can still do more by priming my perception–by letting things be. This allows me to abide in an open and alert state of mind, without wearing myself down or narrowing my awareness. Even if I can’t let my negativity go, then I let it be just as it…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Yes, that’s it, Kent…” Professor X’s furrowed brow gets extra furrowed as he intently oversees my mutant power training. “Control it…CONTROL IT…” “NYAARGH!” My wiener slips away and boi-oi-oings around the Danger Room, smashing and cracking the walls and deck. “God DAMMIT!” I sink to my knees and hammer-fist the floor. “Why have I been…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the dick-smear is happening, all you vengeance-minded folk who see your boss’s unattended coffee cup so you give the rim a swipe of your spicy-musky nether-bits—SQWWEEEEEEEP—and restrain your giggles as your boss raises the mug to their lips, then gives you an evil-ass smile and says they’ve been cumming on your door handle and…
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Musings
In my experience, the stories we tell ourselves (about ourselves) are some of the most powerful spells we can cast on our behavior and perceived quality of life. That’s why I think it’s productive to look inward, and examine what I’d like to adopt as a narrative.
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Grammar Nazi Prime races ahead of me. “Victory is mine!” He snatches Aladdin’s Lamp and gives me the finger. “Now you will pay for besmirching grammar and diction!” “Wait!” I extend a hand. “You don’t have to—” The lamp emits a blinding flash. AFTER SPACE-TIME CALMS BACK DOWN… What the…someone taped me to the back…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the pissing contest is happening, all you urinary warriors who find yourself facing off against your penile archnemesis at the most primal of arenas (side-by-side urinals), it’s off to the races, you start with a moderate stream, he matches it, you increase 10 PSI, he matches it, 10 more PSI, he matches it, sweat…
Kent Wayne 