I’m not promising anything, but God knows I try.

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Your hair is like unto a pretty realistic wig, nicely styled,

and your skin like the softly worn vinyl of a subway armrest, warmed by the heavy flesh of Tom

Your eyes like ping-pong balls painted to closely resemble pretty eyes.

You brighten my thoughts like dawn over the exit 170 Park and Ride on a nice day.

Missing you hurts like my funny bone against a marble countertop. Exactly like that.

I do it again and again because the pain reminds me of loving you… (Sonofa)…ok, Jesus, that’s enough now.


When you are away my longing piles up like dishes in the sink,

and my sadness spreads and deepens like socks on the living room floor



Inspirational quotes from machines. Any resemblance to actual wisdom is coincidental.



Doesn’t your young mammal soul ever yearn for the blessing sunshine
and the air as sweet as apples?
Spring Herself is dancing madly in the tall trees with Pan,
his pipes are calling you to join…

But those memes won’t look at themselves


Love is a snowmobile
racing across the tundra

Suddenly it flips over
pinning you underneath

at night
the ice weasels come


Kay Lutz



A friend of mine sketched this sex-robot doodle and I…fleshed it out a bit. Isn’t Celexa an anti-depressant? Does anyone actually find whips and chains sexy?

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