Meanwhile, back in the Studebaker....
in dreaded flat penis syndrome...
Today I'm both thankful and sad at once. The sadness due to circumstance and the thankfulness....also due to circumstance. Which will win out? Thankfulness.....
"I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives."
— Ann Voskamp (One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are)
joy stick, his meaty shaft....
pick up trucks through town....
(all right, we have Studebakers, cheerleaders, and gonads back in the story...yes!)
Bukowski that cheerleaders are easy...
bruised and broken, he curses....
while Bukowski searches for cheerleaders...
and chocolate frogs and vanilla
brains of nerdy cross-eyed geeks...
erogenous zones and other areas....
although the grittiness is off-putting....
gonads which were almost legendary....
Bukowski's aunt, for instance, had...
also the lush thesaurus for....
to process the happy juice....
lol
If she offers to pick up the check.....oh, gawd that's hot....
shooting guard...I'm deadly from the three point range....
straight cranberry juice...yum...
begging sometimes helps...
and I don't want beef....