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Hey I do write books want some steamy and twisty. Doug Evans a life of an artist in the modern world. Enough luck to make a living from art not enough luck with lasting love. Through a sensual game he finds his expressive way. Micah Duchamp a woman that has the obsession with idea of love, passionate and destructive. In a small town where life should be simple passion still walks. Joanna Fields a billionaires comes to find the art of Doug and passion arises with some sensual ways. Doug’s roller coaster of a life of an artist finds his paintings are much more than paint on canvas, the sensual ways of Lipstick Six brings passion to a boil.                                                                          Click the link                      ...

A new day a new fear. 'NO CASH ALLOWED" now I personally would of never thought this to be possible. Today I learned something, ignorance is bliss. A new pizza place has opened, so since I really enjoy pizza I decided I would give it a try. Until I was greeted by the words "If this is the first time here we don't accept cash for safety reasons and health reason only credit and debit. Now I may be an old grumpy one on this but it does say on my money "Legal tender" but since  it is a free enterprise system wink, wink on this for this means the banks are the extra boss here for someone pays for the extra safety service. By the way I saw two health violations, and only stayed less than 5 minutes. So this is bull about health. The other thing is if you think just a little about this. They are trying to politely say you are unsanitary for carry dirty money. Yeah this is a vent and a warning. Cause the shadow seems to be the banks and not the government. I...

Had a crazy thought I wonder what the gunsmiths or factory workers feel about what they crafted has caused so much death. I mean if they take pride in it, is more scary than one can imagine. I know they need to live, but it is something to think about. I bet the employees of these blood for profit makers have a strong confidential clause contract. This is just a thought for I know my conscious would drive me nuts if I knew may hands help build one of those.

Me, balls need!!! Ugh! A tall hideous looking man in a deep almost beastly voice repeats.     Ben Matisse hears this as he opens the door to the coffee shop. He looks down at the address he wrote on a piece of scrap paper along with Doctor Remme note and sees so much oddity.     “Fred! Not now we are in the blind being side, the man in a seventies looking polyester suit says in a soft and unemotional voice. He seems extremely short, standing next to monstrous man.    Ben slowly approaches the coffee counter as one of the female baristas looks at him in a stare that felt like it went right through him. A weird feeling comes over him.   “No I need balls now!! The tall man grumbles.     A young lady in a dark gray trench coat with dark curly hair and petite body, bumps Ben’s right side as she hastily goes to the two men at the coffee pick-up counter.    “Dad, why did you bring Fred here?” the young lady ask...

Our typical solution (Orlando)   Another gun tragedy my heart as a human just sank more. The solution in every tragedy like this is more guns. I don’t want guns taken from people, just some real solution with don’t live in a movie where the heroes pull out the grenade launchers and assault guns with expert accuracy. This is real life where you get most through the mail. Or your next door neighbor who wants to sell. Where did we go insane? Throwing more guns in the system hasn’t solved anything yet. In fact it has seemed to escalate. I know this is where the ones who go into denial and say we need this for our protection, which in a very irrational way seems logical. I like to throw out the god factor here some say guns is an obsession, I see this as another religion. Yes I said it, a very violent one, most say they just want guns to protect when all in all the fact is to shoot up things. Become armchair warriors if I was there I would of pulled out the assault rifle and ended ...

Oxygenated love demise To love to be unloved Chic wander in lust Breathe the mighty sight chemistry Behind irises words of feeling fight for the tongue No use of the heart will ever change the other A sign of new ways out of the Pandora Wounded with silent tears of a Neverland resolve Throw the words at wall To find the illusion of kindness be gone Inhale ever so painfully Soul exhaling parts of the wonder love Filled with chance and others lost wager Bit once and died a little Blind to what could be Making the likeable stranger pay With eyes only seeing what the mirror shows the past Haunted ghostly from the departure Oxygenated love demise 

Say something Words are more Actions never end on anything Little or more It is better than what is now Charming by just being A live distance is a glance that makes heart thing Tripping on level ground Over klutz in view in suave left feet Daydream jelly in wonders lace Deep breath as this is only an undeserving man Never to know true bliss Only to find the opposite of a tale of thing Head and beats and skin wasted Smiling and enjoy what a ride of life’s irony No worries and no regrets In this world it’s tiny and universally micro One goes like a sunset in clouds The thing