Womby

Oh! I’m tired and I wanna fuck an ant hill.  I want to inject my little swimmy spermy seeds into the ground like Johnny-fuckin’-Appleseed, from the edge of the world, and watch little sproutlets come up out of the ground, reaching for the sky, the sun.  They done already surrendered at birth.  From the womb of mother Earth.

Yup, so I am tired.  And hungry.  But doing well.  This weekend was long.  But Rachel is the best friend ever.