…come and lay at me feet next to the fire. Warm your sweet soft flesh and loosen those tight troublesome garments. Make yourself more comfortable, undo your brassiere, pull down your frilly panties and lay your face on my lap.
However, this room you see me sitting in was a set in the mall in the small southern town I was visiting today.
"Bona Saturnalia!" December 17th is the day the ancient Roman festival of Saturnalia began, in which masters and slaves were said to trade places. I wish you were my slave! I would spank you so good! Then after you caught me, I'd let you spank me for a while. Deal?
I dunno, today started off kinda sucking... I didn't want it to, but I was feeling down and the B12 is doing shit for me! I need something stronger! I feel like such a prize! Stopped up head, blowing nose, hacking cough... What a wild world it would be if having a cold made you somehow sexier!
Had to go back onstage tonight, but you know what? I was freaking AWESOME! I actually may be one of the best actors I've ever seen! I really think I am! I was so medicated for the cold, flu, stress, depression, aches and pains… That I was out of my mind and completely free to be the best actor of my generation! Everyone complemented me! Young guys shook my hand and said, "Damn, you are fucking amazing!" Young girls actually swooned when they met me after the show, "Jerry, you really are something! Would you please give me your cock… er, I mean autograph?"
The house was packed, sold out, possibly due to the radio interview I did last week.
A few times during my performance, and most likely because of all the drugs I was on, I left my body and could view myself performing from slightly off the stage and up near the lights. I hovered there for a time until I became aware that this might not be right and suddenly fell back into my body.
I never hear the term, "Astral Projection" anymore. I used to hear it all the time when I was a kid. Maybe it's been replaced by, "Remote Viewing" even though that is really something different. Even "Lucid Dreaming" and "Biofeedback" and "Isolation Tank" seem to have fallen by the wayside in conversations I have with people with poor social skills.
Kinda bummed. Had a weird tiresome dream earlier that I haven't quite deciphered yet. Sad about leaving the wonderful Southern B&B I've been recuperating in this past week. Saying so long to the wonderful staff and nurses who have cared for me during my illness. Getting ready for my long drive back to homelessness and loneliness. Lost a place to stay. No place to sleep. Looks like I'm back in the car again. Wish me luck!
After the play tonight, still giddy from the shear awesomeness of it and not in my right mind, I blow what little money I have on a hotel room just to reward myself on tonight's performance and tomorrow's final night of the play. I kickback on the bed and think of you. I need your wet kisses, your tongue pushing out over your soft lips and sliding across mine, your warm palm on the back of my neck, your other hand undoing my belt, my left hand on the small of your bare back as my right gently sits the revolver back into the desk drawer next to the Gideon Bible, I slide the drawer shut and pulls the chain on the lamp leaving us illuminated by the red neon hotel sign pouring through the Venetian blinds.
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