Stupid blank pages.
I have zillions of unfinished stories rolling in my head but not are good enough to put on paper. I just tell them to myself at stoplights or while cooking dinner.
Dirty little tales of sex, submission and sometimes submarines.
Can you imagine submarine sex?
I think you would bonk your head often and it might echo weird.
I should write, something. But I won’t.
Work, Worry, and Weariness have made me paper thin. A crabby shell of my former merry kitten self.
I take many baths.
can’t wait for the submarines!
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Hahahah!!!!
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brings a new meaning to going down!
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Hilarious!
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I’ve been having trouble writing too, and I get so excited when I see you post something new ❤️ I know the merry kitten will be back, and in the meantime I’m proud of the crabby kitten for still managing to write!! Lie back and let me wash your hair 💆♀️
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No, not fish. You will become a submarine. Come up already, beauty and write something for us 🙂
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Give yourself some time, be gentle to yourself. And then, when you’re ready, I would love to read your story about submarine sex 😉
~ Marie
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I have it in my brain but my world needs to settle a bit.
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