Cock Watch

We are getting bookings coming out of our ... oh ... that thing ... y'know, that thing between our bottom cheeks - anyway, we have four upcoming gigs with spoken word not backed, oh no, more then just backed, spoken word ravaged with music, I would even go so far as to say that our group is powwowed press violated by refrain. So, they all bar one seem to fall on a Sunday. No rest for the wicked then. I've decided to buy a bass guitar this weekend for our act because my stage name I have decided is Insidious Viscous - so looking the part and doing my "poems" is really the main thing, I might play a groove or two depending on my co-ordination in drag get-up. I can tell you that it is one of the most cathartic things to do outside work.

I want to go to bed but I'm up, drinking Tawny Port, doing an assessment item, with my cock hanging out of my pajama pants lure of another wank - not sure what to this time, haven't really decided. I've done the personal fantasy, twice, and now probably use some good old fashioned Internet pornography. One thing that has been itching at my orbital peeps is now that Spring is edging its way closer I'm thinking as Benny Hill sings "The necklines are getting lower, and the skirts go up each week, I don't know where it's all leading, but I'd like to be there when they meet".