Better scribble before the cobwebs claim even this white space..have been, such a lazy slut to even far pass such a word as slut....tangled in old stockings, pulled up panties have  played mind games within myself, as i   stood on the deck of my ship..for my mind has been spent in to much dreaming below in the cabin,even to sit awhile and stretch the imagination across this page perhaps deepest darkest winter is enough of an excuse,rather than be seen on the poop deck in my stockings steering my ship though the mad world in the wicked of weathers bedraggled in runs up my stocking leg..perhaps i will venture forth sooner rather than let the cobwebs claim all...