… Yes, he does. You don’t even know.

Often I get words or full poems in my head, and in the middle of the night I try to write them out on my phone. Sometimes in the morning, there are so many typos; I’m like, what the fuck was I trying to say?

I have about 15 pages of content in various stages of doneness. In addition to cleaning up my file, answering prompts and new stuff dropping on my head, I have lots to say.

I’d like to think that after this cleanup I won’t have all this random shit, but it seems that’s how my creative process works. I’m gonna give it lots of hugs and kisses.

If I could have sex with poetry, it would be mind-blowing. Ugh.

I’m realizing how important conversations are for me. Something silly can still have intellectual depth. I am horny-for-language chemistry; that’s probably why I like erotic fiction.

mental intimacy → conversational chemistry → erotic charge.

Yeah baby! Yeah!

Please be intellectually interesting and also capable of being ridiculous and playful

non-boring AF sam

Dad’s in Hawaii — he saw whales in Alaska last week, I believe. This feature image is from him: Kahului, Hawaii sunrise. Thanks, DadE!

I am proud to let you know I did not buy any cookies on this grocery trip AND, the best part, my rowing ability is improving, yo! Like! Yea!

My goal is to get to a 2:30/500 m split, then keep shaving that down till I can do 2:00/500 m.

Then I will move on to the next thing. See progress…

I go torment Dre! He says he doesn’t like when I bug him, but he does.

By the way, have you noticed it’s September, and I am not in Winnipeg? Damn it! Stay tuned for your Q4 tyrant.

It’s Sunday; don’t forget to sign up for sex work at Miracle Seed Overflow Ministries.

I’m going to hell in a Miracle Seed Ministries basket. You don’t have to come with me.

Have a good week!

Sun Sep 13

Feature photo by Dad

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