Tag: art
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Thinking of milfs, jerking the meat, HERE IT CO— Right as I bust, Chuck Norris sprints through the door and grabs my wiener. “What in the FUCK?!?” I shove him back and look down in horror. It’s already shriveled into an acorn-sized nub. “Ha!” He puts his hands on his hips. “Turned ya gay, ya…
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What the dick-garrote is happening, all ;you narrow-long peen-slingers who can poke the back but miss the walls so it drives you into a life of hate and despair where you cry yourself to sleep on a nightly basis but then you swear to take revenge by using your rope-string wiener to strangle people on…
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Musings
When I deal with my negativity, it seem to be my identification with it that determines how fast it leaves. Of course the emotion is me, but it isn’t me in my entirety. So I let it be felt, because otherwise, I would be denying a part of myself. At the same time, I try…
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What the honey-dick is going on, all you beautiful-wienered folk who’re enjoying the summer market air when suddenly your bow-tied dick unravels from around your thigh, falls down your shorts, and plops wetly onto the sunbaked cement, everyone stops and stares for a good long moment, then its incredible glans and gorgeous frenulum commandeers their…
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Musings
For decades, I unthinkingly accepted the premise that fulfillment was achieved through intellect and action. Then I noticed quantifiable success didn’t guarantee fulfillment, within myself or even among the wildly successful. Then I noticed if my focus was on being present and empty, I wouldn’t stay that way–well-being inevitably rushed in, for no external reason…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the fuck-stain is happening, all you nether-smashing horndogs who’ve left dried puddles of juice all over your sofa, your dinner-guest friends take a seat and awaken your Evil bdussy-born juice, it begins to creep across their skin and coat them in black-veined carapace and morph pieces of them into a half-demon insectoid, SWAT busts…
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Musings
Ironically, even when it seems to put a relationship at risk, I’ve found that setting boundaries generally improves it. Sometimes, the person falls out of my life, but even more surprising is when they come back in, after reflecting on the exchange and stating they’re ready to honor the boundary. On a related note, I…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Holy shit, I never thought I’d ever be invited into the motherfucking Justice League! All I got going for me is multiple awards as a dick-slanging Man Whore. I mean, I know a bit of jiu-jitsu and I own some nun-chuks, but… A voice drifts down the Watchtower hallway. “I am vengeance…” Whoa, is that…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the reverse-uno is happening, all you fed-up mofos who’ve decided to get your revenge against that one dickhead friend who takes fuckery and grabass a step too far so you eat a badass ghost pepper to prime your shnozz with boogers, cut a camouflaged hole in your pants for easy access, when they tickle…
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Musings
After a while, I realized when I allow myself to be empty and still, I don’t stay that way–well-being inevitably follows, and inspiration follows that well-being. As I began to accept the idea that well-being is my default state, I also began to accept the related premise that this same well-being alchemizes thoughts and emotions…
Kent Wayne 