moonlander texts

> The one before that I'll never forget. Violence,
> that's what she
> liked and lots of it. If I couldn't overpower her
> on any given nuptual
> occasion I wasn't getting a thing. Really. The
> things she liked... well,
> well, well, would turn a mans head. I have been
> raised in a broadly
> enlightened sense by those who respect the rights of
> humans to not be
> assaulted by their peers on almost any given
> occasion. Get her behind
> closed doors and you'd have thought this girl was
> The Wild Woman of Borneo.
> Bruises, bruises, all was bruises. Astonishing.

> men tend to get in touch,
> mumble a few embarrassed
> platitudes and information items of minor
> importance, then hang up and wish
> they hadn't done anything of the sort. For hours
> and hours they feel like
> they've been poisoned. Then they do it again.

copyright andy lepki 2001

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