Have you ever walked around your corn syrup city and thought, "Man, this is some bullshit. Where's all the hot snatch?" It's here, with me, in LA.
Hollywood is a pussy mecca. No shit. My favorite pastime is observing women. Not creepy, but not clandestine either. Feel like I'm an affable lecher.
I like to imagine a woman naked, but replace her vagina with a harmonica. A large chunk of my mental process is spent debating if a particular instrument is petite or over-sized and clown like.
Any sort of movement by the female form stupefies me. Running or jogging, dancing, fighting, whatever. My brain shuts down all auxiliary function. I could watch hips until I die.
Anyways, what blogs are worth reading these days? I never stopped reading Sam Pink's blog. Ani Smith has a blog--she is my friend and has a sensational harmonica, I think; pretty sure hers can sing two tunes at once, too. Oh yeah, Blake Butler still has a blog.
Please don't recommend tumbler pages. I hate tumbler. All white space and picture overload isn't for me, unless it's a page of nothing but cock pictures. I'm cool with that. But the page has to have all sizes represented. Massive cocks are only so interesting when those are all a person peeps.
Is Xenga still a decent place to hook-up with suicidal, under-aged girls? Hope so. For all our sake.
What should I read, fags?
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