Reblog this post and i will give my dog 1 kiss for you. All kinds of natural bullshit makes me feel manly because thats what the pioneers bathed with, roots and sticks and dirt and stuff. Denali Autumn by Ed Boudreau.

Gobbets brutally and hastily ripped from the foul, rotting carcass of the internet. Placed here for the use, misuse and general abuse of rabid web scavengers. Brought to you by the disastrous and pitiful mind behind An Unreliable Witness. Tumblr just sent me an email containing the information that this site is five years old today. Real people live alone too.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013. Some context about the preceeding two posts, and a step forward. The astute reader will notice that the preceding two posts are separated by about two weeks. During a long car ride on an otherwise very stressful night, we started talking about this, and she read my post. The reaction is there for you to see.

It feels good to back on the road again.

Asymp; Leave a comment. So crippled inside, thought that I. In the insanity of their rat race. Soon I would learn, I had no place. The ole one night stand. What kind of a man? My mother had me. But She gave it all to. She had me before I could see. No Mama to call my own.