I open this page and think of a couple words to start with, then I type without stopping till I have a paragraph.Then I press publish. No pausing. No editing. (I fix up the spelling and the odd bit of punctuation to make it more in line with what my brain was thinking and my fingers were trying to type, but I don't add or remove any words) ........... Find LITTLE VISIONS VOL 1 in audiobook and zine format at https://bridesofchrist.bandcamp.com/album/little-visions-vol-1-audiobook
Friday, January 27, 2017
LOGS ROLLED OFF THE BACK OF THE LOGGING TRUCK
Logs rolled off the back of the logging truck and bounced on the road and crashed through my windshield. I swerved but kept driving and soon found that a log in my front seat was a wonderful companion. So woody and stoic. The log lived up to the fantasies i'd had of a man that had never been realized in these fleshy humans i'd picked up, no matter how tough and stiff and silent they'd been, none was more a MAN this this log. I stroked it's bark. It didn't react at all. I quivered.
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