8-1-99 3:14 PM Su
I'm sitting on the porch steps in front of the house.  Shirelle's raking the magnolia leaves on the lawn into a pile while she smokes a cigarette.  I think the cigarette makes her look stupid.  We're going to Callendar's to eat and then to whatever movie she wants to see.  I just finished reading Romans chapters eight through fourteen:  "To be carnally minded is death...for the carnal mind is enmity against God...For meat destroy not the work of God...And he that doubteth is damned if he eat.  8:22  We didn't go to the movies.  We went to Hollywood video for some tapes instead.  None of those pens worked.  I made love to Shirelle.  My thighs are still quivering.  She just put in the movie "First Sight" in which Val Kilmer plays a blind man who gets his vision back.  Ernie was talking about pussy and pussy cats to begin the Cuba section of Islands.  He described an adulterous sexual relationship.  It made me want one.  I felt like it opened the door, planted the seed, like I know what it would be like now.  I agreed to work again tomorrow.  I'll have to remember to bring my camera.  I'm subbing for Rawler's class.  What else?  I got no exercise today.  I still have a third person to do.  I haven't worked on Jim lately.  I can't think withe the movie on.  Kissing is such a strange thing.  It's sort of mechanical with Shirelle now, an operation which has been performed innumerable times.  Florelle just called to see if I could work for Sergio tomorrow, but I can't.  When I was in college, The G.I.P. used to have these "porno marathons" in his dorm room and there were these two blind guys would show up tapping into the room, Carl, with his cane, and John, with his dog, and they'd sit real close to the tv and shout, "Oh, what's going on?  What are they doing now?!"  This is a good movie.  What's one more line I can write?