if not then, how about now?

If all goes as planned (when does it?) I should be alive and well—happily going on 50—in 2028, and as an avide orange eater, I wonder what an orange will be like in 20 years.

Perhaps history, specifically the history we are living in now, is not static.

Dog Years

Come in Sevens

and Marc Jacobs' flats.

Archly smiling smiling

Behind closed eyes—

Heaven is in those pants.
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Having spent my many, three, days off going about my business, I have decided that today I will drink coffee, read books, have a bath, eat a scone. My coffee is thick, rich with cream and strong from having left the beans in the press for too long. I am reading The Cutting Room, by Louise Welch. It is the perverse book which was made into the film 8mm. The book is terrible, terrifying, and electrically thrilling. I plan to finish it by evening.

commitment is a four letter word

Let's debase our minds for a few moments: I have often heard "oh, he has commitment issues." As if that explains the fucking around. I have also heard, "It's a guy thing." Let's, being meand you, dear reader, set the matter on the log for some examination. Women have commitment issues, too. And we often think about how great it would be if that hunk sitting across the room would take us to the WC and lift us up the wall so that we, too, could f*ck like it didn't matter.
That's it. Fucking is not a male privelage. Everyone of those hot little tickets you see in her tight jeans is one of us. We know it and now you do too.
Infact, evolution dictates that monogomy is bad for genetics. When a woman has multiple partners, it is the strongest and fastest sperm which reaches the egg, thus providing it with the best DNA. So the next time you think damn girl, think quietly because besides being hot, we're also all psychic and nothing is less of a turn on than a man who can't keep it in his pants.