I walked into a honkey tonkey just the other day.

I'm listening to jerry lee lewis and testing my limits. will i stay up all night? "walk the line" has this affect on me. joaquin phoenix/juuuune carter witherspoon make very happy.
to keep myself awake tonight i watched porn. all different types. i usually stick the basic simple same thing each time but i decided to amuse myself by looking at several of the majillions of different kinds of porn. i do wonder if people in the 1950s had the same sense of humor as myself. i just don't find june carter to be a humorous person. that bothers me more than it should.
i hear noises in the dark. this is true. but what comforts me is the birds making noise noise noise in the background. i have coffee in my mug, johnny cash, wheat thins and a red fleece blanket. this is a bedtime emergency kit.
the window is slightly open and the wind is shocking my elbow every now and then with a sharp breeze. i worry every few seconds that a man will climb into this open window and kill/rape me. that's a thought perching on the top of my head. but i am writing this, so it overrules the anxiety.
i think johnny cash and i could've gotten along really well. not in a joking manner. there is also a light breeze on my feet as they hang over the bed and i wonder what could be causing this. so i move them up onto the bed under the red fleece and i feel much better.

hair is a very important feature for me and sex. sex and i. girl's hair in different colors with different textures with different smells. i am reminded of this love of mine when this song comes on the screen:
love that hair
long and black
hanging down to the middle of your back
don't cut it off
whatever you do
i need it to run my fingers through.
(guy with thick black framed glasses)

the feeling of walking down the street, sitting at the cafe, riding up the elevator and catching the eyes of someone else. your eyes meet, some electrical appliance cuts the air and then the gaze lingers. lingers makes me thing of so many good things. (this will linger). so your eyes are there and then they part and they return. it's like a choreographed dance show. if we were trained to think in a slightly different way. if we chose to kill off the superego and let the id prevail. there would be so much more sex going on in elevators.libraries.bathroom stalls.janitorial closets.kitchens.hammocks.
think of the madness. yikes. i appreciate my id so much more than the superego. sorry, little guy.