Was Machst Du Da Verdammt Noch Mal?
An excerpt from I journal I recently found:
"After highschool, I scraped by with babysitting gigs and odd jobs. Mostly the jobs we call blow. I had lost my job at the base PX and I had lost my gag reflex. You do the math. I sat for the baby of General Speck, commander of the nearby army fort. His other son was the Artist Formerly Known As My Buttboy."
or this one;
"It is clear that I must find my other half. But is it a he or a she? What does this person look like? Identical to me? Or somehow complimentary? Does my other half have what I don't? Did he get the looks, the luck, the love? Were we really seperated forcibly or did he just run off with the good stuff? Or did I? And what about sex? Is that how we put ourselves back together again?"
Tama and Jess are the lowest form of whores. They makeout with innanimate objects.
Ta... I mean Urban Faery