mill12

I am commencing the writing of this assessment of this number twelve before the completion of the prediction I made yesterday (the j day) though I suspect it is very likely I will finish following this completion.  I quite approve of this.  The ball gag is always an effective touch and I must say again this whole thing appears to be somewhat out of time.  we were not quite there yet, were we?  Then of course at the checkout stand was a lovely woman with a simply tremendous ass tightly crammed into grey yoga pants which were dangerously on the verge of bursting.  How I wished for her to viciously punish my face with that mountainous quaking ass after a good healthy workout all the while berating me in her native tongue.  Alas, are acquaintanceship was not in the cards and so I paid for my nightly wine and was well on my way.  There was plenty of time today to reflect on life choices and lament that I’d never become a milkman.  Is there any profession more direct and noble in the entire world?  I somehow doubt it.  I would keep my uniform so clean and neatly pressed.  I imagine myself making deliveries of rich whole milk, cheese, cream cheese, luscious cream and other assorted dairy products while wearing a true shit eating grin and occasionally bursting into fits of gleeful uncontrollable laughter over how blessed my life had become.  And for our cancelations I would be able to take him the delicious spoils of delivery war to enjoy in sweet privacy.  I picture myself biting into a great hunk of American cheese with great relish.  No, there is so much more to this.  But dairy is so absolute.  That’s not quite it though, is it?  Where are the sumptuous cold cakes that have been on ice for weeks and weeks and you will stuff your fat face with those as well, will you not?  Ah yes, and there would be liberal dollops of homemade cream.  It must always be homemade.  Fuck, and a fucking cookie crust to boot.  I did not initially realize I was looking at the explosive star (not to be confused with the little star who is the most...but also the most…and who is one of the purest owners of my foul tainted heart) but upon this lovely realization I knew the leather would be growing more bereft.  I think I mentioned how this was closest to the kickoff, the starting bell but if I didn’t then I do now.  And seeing the comical agent in a much different life, I’ll leave it there, but all part of the same organization.  And of course, wondering just what the blue fuck is happening to us and everyone around us.  Was there a mixture of texture in terms of grain?  I’m not entirely sure but the overall display was pleasing and effective and again a reminder.  And was there a touch of the beauty maternal here and there?  at some point but my memory fails me but it was certainly most welcome.  We begin in a club and everything spins out from there as it should just as a bender (a specific type of rhyming bender) from something of a cousin or sibling and though it was underkey was also inspirational.  And maybe something hit a bit too close to home for comfort in that nothing ever worked again after the initial try.  Of course, if I did devote my life to dairy I’ve no doubt the FBI and CIA would begin crawling around the sludge filled pipes of my shitty posh flat, bugging me (literally and figuratively) and all my closest acquaintances.  And such is the nature of wisdom.  Skeletons and monkeys in equal measure through the editions and I began to use a blue ball point pen to mark the passages of time and eye comprehension (this was of course during the warm welcome of a double tequila on the rocks or something).  And all the while he was wondering over the whereabouts of the rhapsody in blue but dared not traverse those dangerous lands.  Not yet.  Apropos of nothing I must admit I completely lose it when she puts on the glasses, just completely lose it if you understand.  Every damn time.  it is during those moments where he most imagines himself being strangled and berated and taunted and teased and perhaps during such a sensuous act there is the rattling off of facts and figures and all manner of current events; political, social, entertainment, whatever.  This of course is linked up with the most recent, discovery.  Of course, going on for the selective benefit is a lesson in the mastery of sign language.  are we all sitting in a room constructed out of powder and then there was well placed moving glass but if only the blue had not been so liberally applied and yet there is the sheen above the blue (red on top, I may not remember any of this).  Of course had a certain way been had – on a completely unrelated note – we all have been dealing with the possibility of an entire sadistic realm made out of creamed corn (pain and suffering I realized while automobile vomiting took place and an attempt to travel through a cigarette lighter) and now I realize maybe it is not so unrelated after all.  And now I see there was a double robbery and yet the full (yet limited through completion) experience is still available to me.  beggars. The means to extract aquatic existence existed beneath fashionable denim and I had not even considered the possibility.  And in the end how I longed for her to shrink me down with supernatural powers and then place me between the sole of her RHT pantyhose clad foot (after a long hard day of new reporting) and the bottom of her black leather high heel shoe, all the while berating me and then placing me in the rich creamy alfredo pasta she prepared for dinner and then eating me in one big bite – playfully laughing a bit before and after the bite – and smashing me to the roof of her mouth with her strong slick tongue whilst I struggle in the chewy creamy alfredo mix and then crushing me between her teeth. Thanks for not doggin’ my dairy, homie.  I once knew a man (sign language).