Hand me the shears of our loveand snip sorrows awayand with a glinting winkcut me with your adorable wit.

Tis’ the witching hour,hereinbelow the imposing statue of Jesus,I’m fucking a nun in the ass. With each thrust,her ass cheeks parted violently.  As firm in muscle they are, they fought back vigorously. Pulling my belt off;now a collar round’ her neck...

I begin this entry with the premonition of learning more about myself.What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?  What have I failed to recognize in this life?  This is not a life; this is not a dream....