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May 6, 2008
                                            Sex of the Day







The moons gleams darkly and she says goodnight.  I am gazing at the April Vanity Fair cover with the comediennes/actresses, Sara Silverman, Tina Fey, and Amy Poehler until they immediately transform into The Fates still attired within white tunics or flowing gowns with tresses while they enchant, serenade, and entice me to be loved and to love them.  Ms. Fey and Ms. Poehler, as Fates, offer and perform fellatio upon me although they inquire,
'Are you certain that you want to live?  Then why don't you live life to its fullest?!!  Be happy!!  Love women!! In another instance, they are assuming a rear entry position which I accommodate until I can feel the very top of their sphincters, then explode with jism, just like they prefer.  I am observing my bedroom of my previous and original home 175 Cooper Street in Brooklyn, New York where the sounds of "Survivor", a rock song played by the band, Yes, are inundating the area while Tracey Archer, once from Bronx High School of Science, appears to be stalking my mother, Beatrice V. Hemingway, from the front of the house, my bedroom, towards the middle rooms.  In one instance, Ms. Archer is wielding a long butcher's or carving knife to assail my mother from the rear as if perhaps to stab her in the back without detection or cognizance.  Still later, Ms. Archer appears supine upon her back within my bed as my mother and Fomie Hemingway now scramble and dash with their own long carving and butcher knives to hack and stab Ms. Archer to death.  In another instance, I am laying in bed with Ms. Archer who now seems much older within her mid to late 40's instead of as a young teenager, as she remarks or comments, 'I've had many men since the last time that we made love, so if you want more, let me roll over, because you have no idea how many men have had this ass!'  I am aware or become aware of a high profile criminal trial being conducted in court where one of the notorious Manson family women or Emily Harris or Sara Jane Olson  or another female member of the SLA or Weatherman or a "hippie" folk singer or just a plain female "hippie" is a defendant sitting within the courtroom although attired within white gossamer gown and long, stringy black hair like Samara Morgan from the movie and film, The Ring.  In one instance, I am standing or sitting within reach or view of the female defendant, as she belligerently yells to her unseen accomplices about me, 'Would you shut him, up?!!  Just shut him, up!!  I don't want to hear another word from his mouth!!!' Then she reaches backward as if I am near to perform auto-eroticism upon me by using one of her free hands. U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice is despondent about






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