The clocks tick, the rhythm, is soft drifting into my thought process, the white blank screen stares at me probing into deep ray light bolts, " are you back again so soon you how how it is usually "...yes i know some habits are harder to install than others,words gather storming apathy is the watershed i have to somehow shovel against.
No doubt the white screen will once more probe again in the future,but for now this blank screen teases me, whispers " well i am glad to see you so soon arrhh so that is it the last of the May Day bank holiday Mondays . With no work to brace against. "
Yes indeed but have i used it well i can only answer that the floor of this room is no longer full of dust bunnies,no longer am i stepping on rubber bands and i have a new flat screen to linger over, quite an impressive day the maid in me although not in uniform has done well, a minor miracle for a transvestite full of ideas fantasies so bold the bubble holding them almost bursts maybe that is really why i have such long gaps..servitude perhaps so maybe i should imagine servitude rather than keep having hissy-fits looking for another Dom,could i Dom myself,is that a possible thing time will tell.