still need the paper chain but doing good so far and don't forget that federation goal

And as she forcibly inserted the ball of her heel into his mouth she berated him in the poetic Brazilian language while all the while he tried very hard not to explosively ejaculate into his rent trousers. 

Watched Suspiria again the other day.  what a zany flick that I love so much (a spanking is the only thing…).  Finally I’ll be able to see the rest of those files starting today.  Turkey will fry.  I was scanning my wax collection and realized there is a downright paucity of krautrock.  In other news, have I acquired all the barefoot matches available to me?!  please say it aint’s so!  No?!  oh, thank goodness.  Thank good gravy!  Speaking of that I was listening to the album Lumpy Gravy the other day.  I’m beginning a Zappa kick.  Holy shitbirds, a new slash old lynch slash badalamenti musical collab is coming out!?  I may have to bake a loaf of fresh bread to celebrate!  Thank goodness!  Thought gang.  You know, I was so skeptical about that collaboration even though the white reggae connection makes sense I listened to so much hot shot and boombastic back in the day I shouldn’t have been so skeptical but man that blue cover album is a real classic with some beautiful bass playing.

She presses her sweaty RHT pantyhose clad feet against my face, the rich aroma the accumulation of a hard honest day’s work.  Perfume of the gods.  The pressure is tremendous and her laugh is cruel.  In that moment she reveals the soles of feet conduct electricity and she begins to electrocute me  with her sweaty RHT pantyhose clad feet, laughing even harder. 

The red wine may have glass shards in it but what the hell I’m drinkin it anyway and such is the nature of wisdom.  I’m just there in the jungle but at least now I know any audio issues were not my fault.  Or something.  That blue wax.  Germs.. rather satisfying.  Soaps, bars of soap, soap shoes do we all remember the days of skaters and neon pink colors ruling all and I never did get around to the dream team. 

Cheetah print.  Leopard print.  Jungle sensitivity and then frustrated communications all resulting in connection with large electrified cable equaling sexy domination.  Scent sensitive. 

Same repetitions or something like that again.  Ball of her feel forcibly inserted in his mouth as he lays on his back.  So much berating spilling from her lovely lipsticked mouth while she stands above him, removes the ball of her heel and then re-inserts her foot toes first into his mouth, laughing all the while. 

Things merging together now.  Oh, how I love giantesses.  Vore fantasies have me.  good fetish vids are so hard to find.  Good help is so hard to find.  I pay top dollar for both.  And now I am small, a very tiny man, and she is a giantess and she is preparing a rich mound of guacamoles and I am a key ingredient.  She rolls me in the avocado (best to around 146 grams which may result in around 234 calories, though that may be for the guac as a whole).  How I long for her to place me inside her new patent leather black high heel shoes and then dip one of her massive aromatic pantyhose clad feet inside the freshly made guacamole and then crush me beneath her sole and inside her shoe and/or actually insert me inside the foot of her RHT pantyhose and keep wedged in between her sole the hosiery and properly squashed inside her shoe all day while engaging in hard day of honest work and then remove her foot from the shoe and step in a big squishy mound of freshly made guacamole and then remove me from the pantyhose, lick off the guac – taunting me all the while with threats that she will consume me – and then toss me gingerly into her mouth and, scrape me along the roof of her mouth with her warm salivating tongue and then crush me between her well brushed teeth. 

Handsmothering, eh?  Will the fetishes never end?  He desperately needs to seek some help. 

They come to help us but still skin us.  Curious.  to neverending ends, the album Low never ceases to inspire.  Cutup methods are fascinating.  Orange.  I’m keeping a similar profile.  Or am i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Such tiny blocks of text.  Deep in my room.  Of course it’s always electric blue and now it makes sense with the broken glass.  Pantyhose clad foot crushing my windpipe.  More derision and derisive laughter. 

And now I think I’m depressed.  I suppose I’m in a rut and my reputation is in the crapper.  That oj simpson miniseries was pretty damn good I said apropos of nothing.  Oh man, did I already say how excited I am for that upcoming release I’m going to get it on compact disc and wax and listen to it while doing something.  I love the third disc of brawlers, bawlers and bastards and now I have the call me…wax to put while I’m alone with candles though I still need to read nova express. 

Maybe I need to buy something.  Buying things makes me feel better.  I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again I really enjoyed the most recent Predator movie.  Real shit franchise though, isn’t it? 

He totally sees the error of his ways.  This is the source of everything.  Why not add another big box of nothing into the mix to pretend for a little while longer? He’s forgetting the true face.  But he had a small moment of reconnection.  And then talked to a dear friend to consider the individual meaning of everything.  And there was tenderness the other night under low light it was low light with candle light and everything felt lovely.  Sliding out of reverse.  That is the ideal.  It felt so good.  Us.  Is that the crucial rewatch?  Every wandering heart.  Coyote.  Gospel.