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Immortal Chortle: June 2006
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Friday, June 02, 2006. Let me explain what it's like to be invincible. For one thing, you have to be in a band. Mine was an all-bassist funk ensemble called Dogs Aren't Nihilists. We were touring in support of. We Are Made of Meat. Which was certified diamond at the time. The Year in ...
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Immortal Chortle: August 2005
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Friday, August 19, 2005. I will tell you what it meant. He was a good man. He tried to live modestly, tried to avoid unscrupulous temptations. He tried not to judge and he tried not to fuck. And then the sensation of his surroundings slowly coalescing, different than they were before&...
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Immortal Chortle: January 2008
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Thursday, January 31, 2008. My bewhiskered friend winces into the rearview and spots something he doesn't like. "Fucking Morongo trash! He hollers through the wind. "Which one? I reply. "That one, you dopey Scotsman! He snaps, pointing at a black handle inside a small glass case on th...
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Immortal Chortle: December 2007
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Friday, December 28, 2007. The State of Things. The year was 2007. It was the season of the cusp; the new year encroached, the calendar would soon flip into 2008. But there was still enough time for two friends to settle into a pub's dark corner, guzzle beer and talk life. He sighed, ...
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Immortal Chortle: October 2007
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Wednesday, October 31, 2007. How could a man ever subject the family pet to such a demise? The father is stupefied. He sits there for a few long moments, collecting his thoughts, demanding of his mind some rationality. "My little girl is not possessed," he tries to assure hims...Well,...
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Immortal Chortle: July 2007
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Tuesday, July 31, 2007. Ode to the Accelerator. Downtown Long Beach on Elm Avenue, an early marmalade dawn in April. I am cruising at fifteen miles an hour in a 1990 lime-green Porsche 959 with black leather upholstery; Puccini's La boheme. I look into the rearview mirror. The man...
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Immortal Chortle: November 2007
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Thursday, November 15, 2007. One of them had a bomb. Our window-sitter could have hardly known the history of these two men, but he knew that he was witness to something of a mutual enlightenment. A certain shared spirit, perhaps. And it was clear that the laughing gentlemen w...And a...
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Immortal Chortle: September 2007
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Friday, September 21, 2007. Salty, Vol. 2. Saadik, good God man! Enzio cries, beholding the shark thrash wildly upon his seaborne host. In moments Saadik has already dropped below the surface, the vicious beast surely tugging him down to his doom. Enzio looks desperately on th...Crap,...
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Immortal Chortle: July 2006
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Saturday, July 08, 2006. The fat Alessandro pins me with his mass, the gun beyond my reach, and he sears me with a brutal cross to the face. His strength is incredible; I realize, then and there, that I am outclassed. Horrified, I tear uncontrollably at his silk shirt. The terrace is ...
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Immortal Chortle: May 2006
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I spread her legs and licked her like an animal, placing my hands beneath her soft buttocks and lifting her moistness to my mouth. Ravenously slurping and sucking like a parched desert traveler lapping at an oasis fountain. Wednesday, May 24, 2006. Audacious beast wants to slap birds' arses. Is flamingo edible, I ask? Be your problem, but I fail to hear the critical part of her rebuttal because I am choking and gasping for air. Would you sell out your colleagues for eighteen thousand bucks? My blood rise...
