jansenist

andy pinkster, hales, florida —

old ipads!!

i do believe it has been quite clever of me to turn my nascent blog into a gay sex textual orgy. although i consider myself mentally ill, there is something strangely futural about my endeavors. it is hard to square this glorious not-yet with eli lilly’s little white pill of the present. however, i would consider returning to zyprexa if eli lilly finally engineered an anal suppository repository depository of zydis. given my current untenured position at swarthmore college, i must say: Zydis Douche Anal v. 2.0 would have to be both generic and extended release. i would also appreciate if the ad wizards at lilly could promise it be weight neutral. i realize that zyprexa is the go-to med for the most acute of mental health emergencies, but to be forced a dildo laced with zydis up your ass while you’re in the midst of trying to grope the er tech while handcuffed to the gurney — well, i don’t want to also have to return to a mediterranean diet after the hospital fixes my brain. all whispy wishes aside, when i lived in philly on medicaid i picked up my 30 day supply of 20mg for $0.50. what america has done to hispanics!

the er tech’s name was nick. he has since blocked me on grindr. he was quite young (maybe 24) and he was planning to go to med school after “time off.” i think this is a very privileged attitude. when i explicitly asked him for Zydis Douche Anal v. 1.0 he laughed and shot me up with haldol. as you can see, he was actually a nurse.

one thing about haldol: not homophobic. another shot at lilly!

this entry might have to be short because i teach tomorrow and i must save my fire for tall dark and sansom (= surname) — i may try to kiss him after class (1-3) and then make out with his testicles in the janitor’s closet adjacent to my office at school. don’t say it before i do — i have seriously considered circumcising him with a local butter knife (i’d like to take my time, elbow grease, possibly ky) — in the end, i think: 1) i could accidentally castrate him which would be not good for him and not good for me (that is, if i have succeeded in a perfect precedent circumcision of his cock; if i botched the circumcision (likely; will depend on brand of butter knife), if i blew the cut i am mostly indifferent to the question of whether in the final act of our little drama he is castrated — as long as the balls are intact); 2) i could be arrested on the charge of some sort of battery and psychiatric “disorder”; 3) i could offend him in some way (by accident). so it is decided: i will accept his uncut penis, i will avoid the foreskin during the spontaneous (?) blowjob, i will accept Symbyax ED Beta as “sucks less,” and i will quietly enjoy his state-of-the-art chemically engineered combination of a lubed serotonin reuptake trojan and a final will toward a mis-fired mis-ejaculated synaptic neurotrasmitteral dopamine jansenist agonist bareback fuck. such were the days of abilify!

if you want to know what “bareback” means, just ask rock. another shot at lilly!

pray for spirit and spirits!

yours,

the local black gay j-man (and his vegetarian last supper)

diet and exercise totally matter!

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