I had to run off the steps as everything in the apartment was broken and I had to get another commode but had no car. I was worried about the wax seal which is something that insures plumbers job security.
So I ended up laying with the black girl who had been and was a tall sculpture that lay down with me in the landscaped wood chips. She kept kissing me hot.
The service of pious men. None of them were wearing great suits. They noticed me too much.
Somehow I ended up in the arms of the fat lascivious uniformed guard.
Why and shame and he spoke rubbing in between my legs so it was a confusing night of dawn and shame and wonder that disappeared when the light hit my eyes.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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