It’s rare that I can’t seem to find time to write. I find it therapeutic and cardiovascularly advantageous to my left brain. I have orgies with the writ and the wrote and even wield an almighty pen as a dildo. However, lately it seems I’ve been celibate. I spend a majority of my free time studying the words someone else wrote, then re-enacting them in front of a camera. My left brain is but half a brain and can’t seem to multitask, that lazy fuckooze of grey matter.
something I love, countered with something else I love, makes for a very tough competition, and I’m a one girl at a time kinda guy.