Ah, now.
Yes, let me sniff this, this air again.
Why end a silence so beautiful, eh? Or proffer my arse again? Why do that? Who needs that?
Of course, I know who revealed me. I met the person who named me as the writer of this blog and who scared me off in that dastardly fashion. He revealed himself on New Year's Eve. For that, later.
I'm fine, of course I'm fine.
The bowels are eager.
My client list is full and varied. Yet while noticing that modern tendency to desire progress and achieve goals, I am neither more nor less bored than ever I was.
George has a girlfriend.
I'm fine, absolutely. My mind.
My faculties, grossly intact. Buttocks firm, if lean.
My belly, the world!
Hah!
About Me
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- I'm forty eight. I live and work in a coastal resort.
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4 comments:
We all knew you'd be back.
I think whoever it was that was stalking you has taken over this blog and is now pretending to be you. How do we know tis truly you and not some creepy doppelganger?
I'm up for some creepy doppleganger-isms?
Ah, Ellis, you clairvoyancy has surely made you a rich man but I will take your prognostication as a greeting, and bid you one too. Though I find women far kinder, if not simpler. Switchsky, my regards! And prozac, I was ever the creepy doppleganger and fervently hope to remain so.
as ever,
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