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Sun, Dec. 4th, 2005, 09:57 am

Day of rest? No chance. I’m antsy; feels like my veins are electric eels. I’m backed-up. It’s been too long since I’ve “gone to work” and the City is moaning for me. She’s a lover with her body wide open for me, begging, desperate. Only I know how to love her, make her cry out. I want her to scream my name tonight. But where shall I have her? When shall I take her? Things are starting to heat up around here. The town’s not what it used to be for me – Miami Open City. Now there are Guardian Angels roaming South Beach, extra rent-a-cops in the ‘burbs, doormen are harder to charm my way past. Guess I only have myself to blame. I suppose I could have some fun with my little in-house project, but Blondie is starting to bore me a little. No, I have to find a new friend. A road trip might be in order. A little Sunday drive up to Ft. Lauderdale, or Middleburg. Maybe Boca. That’s the ticket. There’s that wonderful little organic produce shop up there. I can stop on my way back and pick up some papayas.

Thu, Dec. 8th, 2005 07:25 pm (UTC)

mmmm papayas! very nice.

Mon, Jan. 30th, 2006 04:02 pm (UTC)

Hot damn. :-*