Today was like any other. I broke a sweat.
And the transfer of these images...
forced me to think.
The unbelievability.
This the reality of calm
sensations.
A sensuality.
With butter thoughts?
Butter THOUGHTS!
Better.
Not to be purged upon.
NO.
Do not be purged upon.
Those sweet buttery thoughts.
Of you Tanya.
Oh Tanya, my love.
And the great frost bites in this Winnipeg winter solice.
But give me strength, Marco.
I give you the power.
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