The Junk


Yesterday I wrote about feeling disconnected but today my thoughts are focused on wanting to connect my fist with someone’s mouth.

Can’t say if it would be good for them or not. Don’t know if they would learn anything, but I would feel better. Since he is not worth getting arrested it won’t happen.

I’ll just tell you I am disappointed I can’t pop that old bastard in the mouth, the throat and his wrinkly junk.

Oh well, life goes on.

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