Brain Flush

I get very excited to write. It’s like flushing the toilet bowl that is my mind. For me it is a catharsis. Like Picasso, who once said that a blank space excites him because he cannot wait to fill it with something beautiful, that is what this blog has become for me. Blogging is like getting rid of the morbid silence of my impending death and the negative, regretful thoughts that haunt me.

I am a sensitive and emotional person but thankfully I have the talent to express my emotions through writing. I have other talents like licking clit and screaming at people but they have been fully explored in other blogs, documentaries and news stories.

Blogging is an opportunity to purge myself of what has been rumbling through my cerebellum. This week’s tale is as sorrowful as a Hitchcockian one. It is about my ex-wives. I know I have touched on this before but it’s something I have been thinking about a lot and I do have many new readers who need the review.

I first got married when I was 27. My wife to be, Lonnie, just turned 18. I was the beatnik of Pace University and she was fascinated with me, as most women are but then got sick of me – as most women eventually do. Things didn’t work out and the sex with her and her humongous tits was very unpleasant - for I am a leg man but didn’t know it yet.

My second wife Mary was a flight attendant for Pan Am. We flew to many places for 90% off. Usually that would have been enough for me to fall in love but she was also a class act. She was beautiful and smart and of course I cheated on her and fucked things up. We married in 1968 and hadn’t started Screw yet. I was on welfare at the time but she didn’t care. After four years of marriage and getting famous through Screw, I wanted new pussy. She dumped me and didn’t even take any of my money. Mary was an amazing woman who I regretting cheating on to this day.

My third wife was Gina. We were married for 14 years and had a child. Whatever we did together wasn’t good enough for her. She had a lot of misgivings about me being a publisher of Screw and made off with several million dollars.

My fourth wife was a con-artist named Patti. She was a cleaning woman when I met her and preferred clit to cock. She too made off with a few million. What a shame.

Christine, my fifth wife, never looked at a book or read the news. She bathed in her ignorance. I was flattered I had such a young wife so that is why I married her. Like Pygmalion I thought I could educate her. She turned on me and sold all my things to the mover. Even a few weeks ago she came over and stole a few books from my apartment. What a piece of garbage.

The reason people get married is because they fall in love with an idea. The initial lust and excitement is based on the false premise that it will not change, but it does. Weeds will sprout and it will eventually smell like rotting fish.