Tag: travel
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Look at these he-Whore!” Wonder Woman grabs my pecs, gives them both an appreciative heft, then sticks her tongue out for the camera as Lois snaps a couple pics. “Tight like bongos!” She drums them with horned-up coke-powered energy. “Damn straight!” Lois snorts a line off the top of my wiener. “And look at this…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the apoca-shit is happening, all my fellow poopers who’ve eaten too much spiciness and are now exerting Keanu Reeves-worthy levels of strain on the toilet, trying to get out all the nasties but it’s gone too far, your eternal soul is crowning from the rim of your dirt-star, it screams at you in its…
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Musings
As part and parcel of this world, it seems we are all destined to fall at one point or another. The interesting thing to me is when a shift in perspective turns reactivity into empowered responsiveness–when we begin to ascend instead of constantly falling down. That shift in perspective, in my opinion, might be the…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the hole-widening peen is happening, all my fellow girth-monsters who like to spread your hands to shoulder-width to give an indication of your meaty magnitude while grinning and laughing as you talk about how you’re gonna gape out an orifice like a Thanksgiving Turkey before you put in the stuffing, then someone raises the…
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Musings
For a long time, I was pessimistic by default. The I realized the appeal of pessimism–that I could minimize disappointment through negativity–is still disappointing, and makes for a dreary existence.
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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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Give my books a read and a review!
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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Give my books a read and a review!
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…
Kent Wayne 