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Nipple work

March 7, 2017 - 23:05 -- Admin

Exhibit A
The black cat sits upon my raised knee when I'm on the couch. From her seated position sometimes she tries to lick my nipple. I'm guessing it is because I wear thin shirts and my nipple protrudes enough to draw the eye ... and tongue. It is genuinely unsettling.

Exhibit B
I was taking a plate to the kitchen when I bumped into the fridge and the plate jammed into my nipple---like right into it. It fucking hurt.

Back in black

March 5, 2017 - 13:01 -- Admin

Ladies PJ pants; blackLong-sleeved collarless black shirt.Black bandaid across second stress scar on face. About to ride a black bike.Black; it's the go to for absence of colour and light for 2017.


March 3, 2017 - 09:15 -- Admin

Trump and Co. attempting to govern is like 16-year-old me learning to drive in the front paddock in the mini and my nearly driving it into the dam. My father's angry panicked reaction putting me off ever wanting to learn to drive with him again---and ditto for him.I had a look at a righty's blog the other night---all filled with ad hominum anti-Obama attacks.

Chicken check

March 2, 2017 - 12:16 -- Admin

I hadn't seen the scruff—who looks like Don Music—all morning so I entered the chicken pen to find her thinking her dead and perhaps needing to remove her corpse.As I went in I slipped straight into hyper vigilance—a common trait of PTSD—because of the duck who is no longer here.

Chickens (heart) Pringles

February 26, 2017 - 11:02 -- Admin

The duckless chickens are happier now their aquatic oppressor was choppered out by US marines after its regime collapse but instead of the duck looming at the gate it's now the chickens.And it's because of Pringles. I first gave them generic Ps that I did not want, the slices crackled to bits in my palm then scattered across the pen dirt.

Scared the ginger

February 25, 2017 - 11:31 -- Admin

I am an inventive cat, oratorically speaking. I can rant and rave (alone) effectively and with great passion for hours at a time if my steam has built and I am in a safe place to blow.I just slipped into it and was building in volume when I saw the ginger cat lift its head from its nap and look into my angry face with deep concern. I felt bad; I forgot about the cats.