It’s late. I’m tired. And yet some hormone secretion, drips into my blood: Get off tonight, it’s urgent. Give it full rein, uncontrolled ….. and fuck tomorrow; don’t answer the phone in the morning, and later in the afternoon when you sober up, think up some lie; cuz you sure can’t say say you were mugged by your hardon last night, and you sure can’t say you cyberFucked last night. And you sure can’t say you drank yourself silly and poppered your brain into oblivion – one hand on the keyboard and the other on your dick – your pants around your knees, typing literary prose like aaaaggggghhhhh. But at this late hour, that’s what you want – isn’t it?
Yeah, and once is not enough… you want to keep going, do it over and over till the sun comes up. Daylight hurts midnight eyes. I love the dark, the dark were I can be …… Myself? I have to laugh, cuz tonight it’s so fucking serious and tomorrow … I’ll feel guilty about how silly I was last night.
What was I thinking?
— AbsLather
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