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Schedule (EST: GMT -5):
M-F, 10am -11am (just in my team meeting)
M-F, 11am - 12am (possibly screwing around)
M-F, 130pm-430pm (possibly screwing around)
Alternating nights, starting 10pm or later, lifting in the basement and screwing a silicone doll or two.

I was married in 2009. The wife is sexually incompatible - she comes from a long line of nuns, and I like to fuck 2x a day. That leaves me fantasizing for months on end ...

I got the vaccine, and suffered a year of pain, 'myalgia', that felt like all the muscles in my arms and legs were pulled, and all my tendons had tendinitis ...

I finally caught Covid, and the pain went away ...

When the pandemic started, I ordered a sex doll ... It took a long time to arrive, so in the meantime, I ordered 22 more ... But yeah .... I went full creep ...

I like Walking Running Lifting Hiking Biking Boating Windsurfing Sailing Swimming Scuba Snorkeling Skating Skiing Boarding .. oh yeah ... and I fuck like a porn star in love.

I am a computer programmer .. so I have half a brain ...
I've been married almost 13 years, and the pandemic was only the latest challenge in .. a very stressful marriage.

I have searched a thousand lonely lifetimes for .. you?

And After, are you who will still sing with me? (Ra hae nihaht niboht)

I picture you, running precariously carefree down a field through overgrown grass to stand at the fence of two great stallions ... stroking the muzzle of one, then the other, as you exchange banalities with me ...

I keep asking myself, as I watch .. does this "Woman Interested in Men" exhibit all the mannerisms and furtive looks of exasperation as the lesbians from my small New England Liberal Arts College? If you aren't really into dick, quit playing like you ARE, is all I am saying ... "I can see the lesbian i-i-in your eyes ..."

Other reasons ..:
* My Lesbianonometer is going haywire, Batman!

* that's one helluvan RBF you got there

* too many bad tattoos ... sorry, just not my thing

* I can see the edge of your wig ...

* I could tell she wasn't for me when she made chinese curlers out of her pubes, and positioned them like the devil's horns ...

* You're not half bad, for a giant ...

* you are a Redhead, and clearly the spawn of the devil ;)

* anyone ever tell you you look like Shrek?

* watching you play with your phone .. is enthralling ...

* Your voice is annoying ...

* your cries of passion are unconvincing and laughable

* I watched 15 seconds and didn't see your face .. and your mons pubis is the wrong shape ...

* you got too many clothes on ... GET Nekkid!

* "Do ya Speaka' my language?" ... "Non"...

* your location is "In my dreams"? that's a little presumptuous, isn't it? ... and, more like nightmay-ers!

* your location is "in my heart" ... ditto.

* your location is Chaturbate ... no kidding?!?! really? is that where I am?

* You're not all that ...

* Shiver me timbers, Batman!!

* You've got that 'dick' facing the wrong way, there, miss ...

* You know that scene in "The Devil's Advocate", where Charlize Theron sees the faces of the other ladies and they are all twisted? Yeah, I am seeing that on your face ...

* Any of the reasons on Seinfeld

* What, exactly, happened to your eyebrows?

* anyone ever tell you you look like Ray Liotta?
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Some Poems:
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Love (a haiku)
Easy arms and smooth, soft lips
Only paper memories of late April
warm, tepid evenings, and cool
in a drink
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"Just please don’t Ever go"
My bunker was a wall, but my back was caught;
I built it in around me, and the lesson wasn’t taught.
And even though they tried, and tried to drive me straight,
They found out not soon enough that there was never any hate.

So now the only band allowed is you, my friend;
You’ll find a lonely boy hiding inside this man.
And I have made the cut, in a bloodied hollow soul;
I need you now, more than ever, just please don’t ever go.

You sit in your silence, an actor on our stage,
You seem so y-ung, not like me; I’m older than my age.
Please come sit near, I so really wish you would;
I’d tell you of my sadnesses, if I only could.

Your black hair swings nearer and I know in just a glance
That were I to even ask, I’d never have a chance;
Kathy you’re too high, my longings are too low,
I know it is no good mulling in your loving glow.
I need you now, more than ever, just please don’t ever go.
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"I could see the darkness"
I could see the darkness leave
from mourning’s merlin-eyes;
and bleary-eyed was I.

Thus, tripping on the golden leaves
That leave untouched
To regeneration be,

I meander stranger
paths than ere they were,
and only I this morning stir.

The morning’s dusk reminded me
Of times I’d seen before,
And how now I wanted nothing more.

I saw them all,
Wasting lives away;
Forget it not, I will this day
Unto you all.
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"The blood-dead ocean-red and black to grey raven."

Blood-dead sky overhead
and black-crow-grass beneath
push him: on,
to the limit;
he, never stopping, trudges on
into the white-falcon land of his dreams.
The bright quicksand-eyes
never sway,
just stay,
until the merlin-bound eagle-head
drops for the ground
. . . falling . . .
. . . faster . . .
. . . speed . . .
He sees all this and does not care for
nevermore other than ever-heightening desire
for his blue-soul’s shore.
Leaden-headed muscles continue,
keep him moving
through the oaken land of barren boredom.
He continues through the high-wrought-strung-
out mountains of the North lands
and finds the blood-dead ocean-red overhead
and the black to grey raven-grass beneath
and stops.
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“Year”

The first me was snow
pure and flat and everywhere
and oh so tasty and refreshing
but sometimes too much,
falling down and crushing you.
You were cold.

The second me was love
rushing blood and expanding and irrational
and ingratiated and cherished
and never too much,
in a blizzard for you.
You were warm.

Then I was oh so green
lucky in everything and finding magical treasure
seeing sunshine in rain
and doing 'opi magni' for your pleasure,
sometimes blind to the fight in you.
You were no lamb.

Then I was fourth
and disappointed and raging fully unsatiated
darkness covering everything
contradictions apparent and being iradiated,
and back to dust and shadows.
You thought you shined bright.

Mother May I with a blonde
spreadeagle curled nestled twisted while I waited
learning me something now
But dereliction again having too many dated,
unsullied in Auburn, distinction.
You said everything was over.

Finally real heat as I came
Secondary languid grinning and oh so cool
needing a lifeguard
as I entered the deepest end of the pool,
leaving you following the polestar.
You liked your girl more.

And a longer summer couldn't be found
immolated, mangled, tanner, and howling angry, plastic, and waning
building my armor
Retreating into me and conscientiously abstaining
you're all too, too red and in L.A.
You thought you were art.

And back to coldness we were doomed
Persistent Hesitation Ruination Exigence for what seemed like years
Patient in the darkness
never airing those internal tears
wounds turn septic both day and knight.
Promotions found you.

Birthday grants were never enough
illusory legends, Xanadu with bars, utopian dreams
like more of you please
contusions breaking, Dystopian seams
Bursting exasperation.
Malcontented with me?

So eight or ten
who knows how much significantly after
Donned guises and posturing and abscissin
pondering possibilities
obsessing over every decision
Festering skulking.
“Smooth mask, make deep”.

Thanks for this all
for what, what have I done?
Ancillary supports, now central, and keen
Opportunity's lost
seeing smells licking textures and sheen
Fingers crossed.
What are you, sauced?

Darkest days are done
Only light ahead, they say
Exuberance optimism faithful bone fide
celestial gaps
there's no perfect fit anyway
in a Valiant project.
And then we are done.

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