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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Sunday, August 03, 2008

    Another Week...

    ...shaved off of my balls. Time I'll never get back.

    Like I care.

    I am alive by accident. My parents were so young. They certainly never planned on the interruption in their lives that was me. They were fresh out of high school, freshly married, and I came along and ruined the party. The 50's, dontcha know.

    I came into awareness in my crib, as an infant. I remember huge faces like Macy's Parade balloons, looking down at me while I whistled. Oh, I wasn't doing arias, but I had figured out how to make the sound, so I did. The wife still doesn't know how to whistle, but it is fun to watch her try. She looks so intent, but she looks like she is trying to give an elf CPR through its asshole.

    I spent the 60's spreading my wings, and learning my capabilities. And it still took me years to learn I even had them. I took over classrooms...heck, entire schools, until the innate 'Monster Detection' that all humans have to one degree or another kicked in, and they exiled me, for one reason or another.
    I must insert the obligatory warning here: you do not want to be what I am. 99% of you, it would drive mad. I will kill the 1% that is left. No, I am not joking. There can be only one.

    The 70's and 80's were a blur, though I have chronicled much of it, here. The 90's I spent learning, and being amazed by the wife. Being taught another path, and trust me, there were many moments of absolute agony. And I struggled to make amends to my kids left fatherless by a vicious divorce. Oh, that would be mine.

    At one point, working in the nuthouse, in the early 90's, I was back in the break-room sleeping, and I awoke to our extremely beautiful boss, looking down at me intently, as she straddled my cock that she had hardened in my sleep, and she was rocking her clit through her panties, back and forth, and then she gasped, and came, and I felt her warmth...

    She grasped my belt in desperation, and tried to tear open the front of my pants. I grasped her wrists, and pulled her hands away gently, and her smoky eyes changed, and she said "You're really serious about her..." and we all know who she was talking about.

    And that is, as far as I understand it...

    Love.