Musings 4-29-06

Woke up about 1pm and I’m unaware of where I am that’s how tired I am. My mind struggles to associate this place, but it draws a blank. I’m like what the fuck, mind, do your job-WORK. Slowly the darkness turns into recognition and I recognize where I am. Sanctuary of my bed and warm drool on my pillow makes it complete. Seems impossible but I might have to conduct a survey with guys. It never fails that when we first wake up an erection is in place as if it was just waiting for you to get the fuck up like an anxious child waiting for mommy and daddy to wake up on a Sunday morning to make breakfast. I know I don’t dream about sex every night, but that doesn’t stop my boy, erection from doing his own thing by branching off in his own thoughts of fantastical fantasies. The penis and the mind usually work in unison, but there are those rare moments when he breaks free like a dog being pulled by his master down the street. Ever seen one of those HUGE ass dogs pulling a scrawny ass man/woman to do their own thing? It’s pitiful.

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