A day in a life, sometime in the past year, perhaps.

Currently beachside near a stormy sea, wind howling, seafood belly warming me, historical novel in my lap, fictional fap, strictly a friction. No loving loli by my side, but those naked sunny rides might still steer the tide, undoing obscure sailor knots ever trying to turn heart to a salty rot, or else otherwise, an order to sink and abide.

Down the hatch, or nothin at all. Where were you when the time to be strong came calling. Were you partaking or snow flaking?

What is life without your flag of true hope, ripped by the gales and false knotty ropes?









• ( https link ) Here's to jollies for knobby kneed lolis.
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