Ribs For Her Pleasure: A Dr. S Chronicle

Trying to feel good. Trying to smile. Trying not to think about thinking and it’s making me ill. Not sick. Fuckin ill. Back on up on that. Or marinade… Well fucking A! Did someone say marinade? Let’s talk preventative theory here. I wanna prevent you from being dry. I want to eat you. I need you to be moist.While the ribs are in the oven. … Continue reading Ribs For Her Pleasure: A Dr. S Chronicle

Hits From The Bong With Spaceman Jones

Criusing in my space ship. I don’ t don’t really have to say shit. I do whatever feels fit. In my space ship. It’s not that I don’t care. Yes it is I don’t care. Cruising in my space ship. Don’t touch my settings. It’s my space ship. Sometimes we hot box in here. Don’t roll the windows down. In my space ship. Do I … Continue reading Hits From The Bong With Spaceman Jones