What's in a name?
Like I said, she was something like a nice old bitch. To have met her when I was young would have been better. I’m sure that we would have gotten along out of bed then. But that mother-driving force behind all lust… Where can it lead, you ask? To the stillness or an injection of antibiotics. There is no denying that without her life is that much less than better. She’s since gone the way of all old MILFs and GILFs. Beyond the grave to the firery blades of cosmetic enhancement. There is no denying that this quick, if not immediate relationship lead to something profound. At the least it lead to my brother who is also my son. But I tried to keep that from those that would read what comes from my Olivetti. Yes, indeed, she was, if not in me, than upon me. Yet I still can’t help but to forget her.
Rant on – sometimes.
-tgs-
