Jerry is good at making up words. I never know whether it is intentional or not. His latest word is "exubulated." I took the liberty of defining this as exhausted from having sex.
Sometimes, he is at a loss for words. I was rubbing his broken shoulder the other day when he made a noise. "Did that hurt?" I asked, and quickly let go. "No," he said. "It was the opposite of hurt." I said I thought that sounded like the latest book by Dr. Phil. He said, no, Dr. Keith.
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"Anyone who has obeyed nature by transmitting a piece of gossip experiences the explosive relief that accompanies the satisfying of a primary need." Primo Levi
About Me
Je potine (I gossip)
This is what I overhear between my ear and my other ear. What passes between
blossom and bee or out of you and into me, becomes the seed that grows to feed
new things for you and me to read.
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