Of the many issues people argue over, few perplex me more than the hand-wringing over bare-breasted women and nipples. I mean, come on, people. They’re just breasts. Half of the world’s population has them. There are billions of boobs just yearning to be free. Of course, like I usually do, I decided to weigh in.
And there was an angel. Well, I thought she was an angel. She stood on the opposite side of the crater, looking at me. I mean at me, not the body that I thought of as me, but which wasn’t me. As angels go, I was a little disappointed. She had no ethereal glow.
Screw this. “Dreams and Drop-Ships”. I don’t even know what that means now. It was a good title. Yeah, there were dreams. Of drop-ships. And angels. And demons made of energy. And exploding suns. Of god-like girls slaughtering men by the thousands.
I wasn’t going to post anything about this damned thing, but I’ve found myself thinking about it a lot today. Of course, I’m reluctant, because it’s a sexual thing, and I already stand accused (with some justification) of having an overactive libido.
I was asked the other day why I hadn’t posted an official 2015 post to web site so far this year. I don’t know. Seems like nothing in my journal winds up on the web site. I’m just not that invested. There are plans, of course, but nothing that ever pans out. Maybe I should hire […]
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