last wank of summer

i went up north to a hunting lodge in the manistee national forest with nine other people. it was really cool. we ate and drank and smoked and tubed and shot gun and made out and then went back to the city. my apt is infested with a swarm of flies akin to this shit:

fuck it!

small hands pulling mine off while a whiskey and olive juice soaked tongue parades around her mouth in a rainy parking lot. sitting next to me uninvited at the bar. i left the first time. but i came back. why won't somebody do my fucking laundry for me? summer is fun fun fun. i got my moped fixed for a favor and a new record player as an extended loan. closed a credit card. can women tell these things? do small accomplishments stimulate musk glands? (Peter: "I want you to stimulate my musk glands.") i need a bed in chicago labor day weekend, friends who live in chicago that read this (0).