Dead-living trees in a cold upland south winter. Shot on a Nikon D5100 with a 200mm lens and processed through Lightroom.
2011 Le Bel Homme (The Plan) Excerpt – Nobody Activity
(nobody activity)
AND nobody said anything but what they wanted to say. And nobody did anything but what they wanted to do. And nobody died unless they wanted to die. And nobody was aroused unless someone else was there to help them achieve orgasm. And nobody drank unless someone would drive them home. And nobody was homeless unless they wanted to be. And nobody smoked unless they could not smoke. And nobody had a house unless everybody had a house. And nobody was a race unless nobody was a race. And nobody was hungry unless corn syrup wasn’t food. And nobody ate unless their food came from their own country. And nobody wore socks unless their relatives knitted them. And nobody talked to anybody unless someone would listen. And nobody smoked unless you forgot what you were saying. And nobody, … oh fuck it. Nobody drinks booze unless everyone already wants to have sex with them. Nobody is tall unless everyone else is short. Nobody gets pregnant unless they want kids. Nobody is jobless unless they already have money. Nobody is unattractive unless they already have money. Nobody is blond unless they are black. Nobody is black unless they are rich. Nobody is rich unless they were poor. Nobody is poor unless they are sexy. Nobody is sexy unless they cannot get laid. Nobody can get laid unless they don’t want too. Oh nevermind.
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2011 Le Bel Homme (The Plan) Excerpt – Interlude I: The Future
Interlude I: The Future
I am a robot. I notice that you want to put your dick in me. I reactivate from sleep mode and my lips moisten. My four lips moisten. My rectum moistens. I am a female robot. I am stored in your abode. Sometimes on the floor, sometimes on the bed. Your abode is a sixty-six year old recreational vehicle which you have parked under a water tower in what was once called southern Idaho. I spread my legs. My lips part. My four lips part. My rectum parts. I say ‘oh’. You put your dick in me. It is quickly over. You take a crusty brown towel from the corner of the bed and wipe the excess fluids from my rectum. The internal fluids are reconstituted. You hand me a squeeze bag of rehydrating fluid which I intake to restore the rest. I return to sleep mode. You drag me to the floor, my head and curly blond locks thumping on the threadbare orange carpet. There is only a third of a meter of room in the aisle, so my shoulders are uneven, one arm underneath my body. This does not bother me. This does not bother you. You lay down on the bed and commence to snore. The fluids are pumped by tiny whirling gyros in my neoprene veins into reinforced silicon holding tanks near my four lips and my rectum. The day passes. I am aware of this only through my internal chronometer. I am reactivated by your voice command. You are typing at your console above my head in the aisle. You grab my arm and bring me into a sitting position. My four lips moisten. My rectum moistens. You take my head and place it in your naked lap. Your limp cock squirms into my mouth. I suck on your cock while you continue to type at your console. I have no interest in what you are typing. Your cock becomes semi hardened. I suck.
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