they scolded the old man and threatened to kick him out of the neighborhood “You're stinking up the place, old fool!” But he only rocked in his chair and poured another glass and raised it to them in salute and drank and smiled in spite of their frowns He lived in the city of 770 universities. The city of intellectuals, of the highest, most educated, most elevated minds the world had to offer To live here one must be either a grade A student or a published and acknowledged author or artist The authorities allowed this old man on account of being a poet but the citizens, with all their education and knowledge and diplomas would never understand that decision Professors of philosophy offered him as example to the students. “This over here,” they've said, “is the stereotype of the man who stops searching for truth on account of taking…
she slid out of that short
skirt and
removed the panties as well
and hopped on the bed
and took off her shirt
and bra
then assumed the lotus
position and
very calmly said, "You got like…
a needle and some rubbing alcohol?"
"Um, what for?" he asked
She looked him
in the eyes. "I want you to
watch me pierce my
nipples. I've some cute rings
I want to see shining in 'em.
So, you down for it?"
He was silent for a long
time. Just staring
at her tits. "Um… I'm out of rubbing
alcohol. Will some
vodka do?"
"It won't be nearly as
good," she said, "but hell,
let's give it a shot."
His mind was already ablaze with
images of her
being his wife
Daydreaming as a profession 