(jk it is)
I suppose this is more of a rambling?
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Get spanked. Crash.
Get spanked. Crash.
There can be no drop without a high but in the absence of either, what’s the point?
In reality, the more connecting the moment is, the worse it’ll feel to be away from that moment.
Get spanked. Be seen.
Full stop. No crash. The value doesn’t go away because time moves you further away from the being seen. Revel in it and be gentle.
The crash can be a slide instead. Gradual. Sloping. A soft landing.
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—M
I migrated my site over to new hosting – it should all work like normal but I suppose we’ll find out? Poem.
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what of, the anticipation
of a leather strap
on your bottom and
a hand on your lower back,
anticipating in turn,
your struggle?
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—M
Some comedy for you. I had an incredibly difficult day and needed some levity.
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“It’s just a fucking avocado! Ow!”
Beth squealed and kicked as the wooden spoon fell rapidly on her upturned bottom.
“It is not just an avocado! It’s a delicate, single-seed berry with an expertly timed ripening window!”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We can just buy a new one!”
“Yes, I can. You can’t be trusted not to buy one we could play baseball with.”
The last flurry of swats fell onto her sit spots before Mark let her up from the table. She was rather flustered and squirmy as they returned to their avocado-less taco night.
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—M