Todger65
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These hard, different times gradually get to all of us. I see Manni isn’t far away though, peeking around your side.
Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)
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These hard, different times gradually get to all of us. I see Manni isn’t far away though, peeking around your side.
Goldenfool87
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TANSTAAFL58
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“I’m alright.”
Sometimes, that's all we get. Embrace that. Have a good day.
AngelicaS1780
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Sending love and hugs, my beautiful friend. I so admire your perseverance and your dedication to your patients and family. I know that it is hard to believe in "when". 
ohverbatum7
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I am so sorry about that! (I fixed it in the story)
What have I said! I really enjoy your risque writing.
What have I said! I really enjoy your risque writing.
ohverbatum7
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With your cock deep in my throat.
A lady with a tidy mind, putting things in their right place
A lady with a tidy mind, putting things in their right place
xmrmatt
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Moochienanu
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He is my constant companion, that cute bear.
Hoping you and yours are staying safe and protected.
I am trying my hardest,
Just like all of us are,
To stay as safe and healthy as I can...
While my insides crumble to pieces
Without His touch to console me.
Sending love and hugs, my beautiful friend. I so admire your perseverance and your dedication to your patients and family. I know that it is hard to believe in "when".
Thank you, Lovely. I have to admit, if I think about when soon might be, my eyes start to well up with tears. This is one of the longest, most trying times of our lives. Daddy reminded me this morning, that we should look forward to looking back at this time and realize that it will (hopefully) be marked with our triumphs and perseverance, and not our losses and days of darkness. They may come, but I am ready to look back at them, STAT (like in the movies).
Well, if you don’t know that you pointed out my mistake, how are we both supposed to learn from this?! Also, I fixed your comment.
I have the tiniest bit of a compulsive disorder.
Thank you, newcomer! Welcome. I hope you stay and share.
“I’m alright.”
Very sexy!
tnman03
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Moochienanu
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Ground-Glass Opacity
The best part about taking the trip to the recycling center with my parents when I was younger
Wasn’t getting the money for the cans and bottles after they were weighed,
And it definitely wasn’t sorting the papers,
But rather it was the climb up the stairs on the side of a large dumpster
And flinging the clean glass into it.
I used to beg my mother to let me do it alone.
The first time I did,
It took me ages because I threw each bottle in,
One at a time.
I was savoring the catharsis that came from the throw
And the smash
As particles flung themselves haplessly around the inside
Of their huge prison.
I would purposefully throw the bottles as far as I could,
As hard as I could,
Attempting to make a larger eruption,
Disturb the existing glass more,
Break the shards into smaller,
And smaller pieces.
When I would pitch these pieces,
Staring at the remains in a mesmerized way,
I found that the glass in the dumpster would often
Change.
It was as though ocean waves had crashed over the glass
And left a soft, dusty opacity much like sea glass
Over the the entire bin
Of broken remnants.
When I got older,
I looked up the process for recycling glass,
And found that my shattering tendencies
Might have been a good thing,
As the glass is first ground,
Like coffee beans,
Into minuscule pieces,
Before it is melted
And reformed
Into something else,
Something useful.
Or maybe I just hope I was a helping hand
In a process that will always be
So much bigger than I am
And out of my control.
The best part about taking the trip to the recycling center with my parents when I was younger
Wasn’t getting the money for the cans and bottles after they were weighed,
And it definitely wasn’t sorting the papers,
But rather it was the climb up the stairs on the side of a large dumpster
And flinging the clean glass into it.
I used to beg my mother to let me do it alone.
The first time I did,
It took me ages because I threw each bottle in,
One at a time.
I was savoring the catharsis that came from the throw
And the smash
As particles flung themselves haplessly around the inside
Of their huge prison.
I would purposefully throw the bottles as far as I could,
As hard as I could,
Attempting to make a larger eruption,
Disturb the existing glass more,
Break the shards into smaller,
And smaller pieces.
When I would pitch these pieces,
Staring at the remains in a mesmerized way,
I found that the glass in the dumpster would often
Change.
It was as though ocean waves had crashed over the glass
And left a soft, dusty opacity much like sea glass
Over the the entire bin
Of broken remnants.
When I got older,
I looked up the process for recycling glass,
And found that my shattering tendencies
Might have been a good thing,
As the glass is first ground,
Like coffee beans,
Into minuscule pieces,
Before it is melted
And reformed
Into something else,
Something useful.
Or maybe I just hope I was a helping hand
In a process that will always be
So much bigger than I am
And out of my control.
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Moochienanu
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I could write a poem, but I’m lame and just like how this picture turned out.
Image removed on 3/21/22
Image removed on 3/21/22
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Justabaldguy
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Poem
Roses are red, moochie is awesome in a sinch,
Wishing justabaldguy lips were there,
Instead of this pinch!
Roses are red, moochie is awesome in a sinch,
Wishing justabaldguy lips were there,
Instead of this pinch!
ohverbatum7
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I was savoring the catharsis that came from the throw
And the smash
Those childhood memories, such rewarding incidents that last a life time.
And the smash
Those childhood memories, such rewarding incidents that last a life time.
Moochienanu
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Todger65
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This article brings it that much closer as to how serious it is.
Keep safe and well.
Moochienanu
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I keep wondering,
Worrying about
When it will happen.
When will be the day
That you wake up
And realize you don’t actually need me
In your life anymore?
Will it be today?
Tomorrow?
Has it already happened
And you’re just waiting to tell me?
If the world has taught me anything,
It is to be prepare as best you can
For the inevitable catastrophe.
To not be yours anymore,
Would be my personal apocalypse.
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Worrying about
When it will happen.
When will be the day
That you wake up
And realize you don’t actually need me
In your life anymore?
Will it be today?
Tomorrow?
Has it already happened
And you’re just waiting to tell me?
If the world has taught me anything,
It is to be prepare as best you can
For the inevitable catastrophe.
To not be yours anymore,
Would be my personal apocalypse.
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ohverbatum7
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When will be the day
That you wake up
And realize you don’t actually need me
In your life anymore?
How can you be that sure, his need is likely to be much more than yours.
Todger65
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Not going to happen.
Moochienanu
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The new “normal” - for now
I came home today,
And even though I change into
And work in scrubs
That are kept and laundered at work,
I still felt dirty.
I stripped in the garage
And threw my clothes in the machine
Before washing my hands and face
In the half bathroom.
I put on a pair of pajamas
I left in the livingroom last night
And I thought about my patients
Who I may not make it
For me to check on them again tonight.
I hate that I am nothing but humanity
In the face of this thing
That is so far from human.
It makes me scream the entire car ride into work.
I thought twice before kissing my child today,
I don’t want my work to be the reason anyone gets sick,
Especially a person I love.
I worry about you too.
About how you are doing
And if you’re alright
When I don’t hear from you for hours.
I’m a worrier,
And the state of the world isn’t helping me feel any better.
So please:
Reach out and touch me.
And don’t hate me for the fact that
I might spend some of our next time together
Actually crying,
And not just trying desperately holding back the tears
While sniffling against your shoulder,
Like I did when we last saw each other.
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I came home today,
And even though I change into
And work in scrubs
That are kept and laundered at work,
I still felt dirty.
I stripped in the garage
And threw my clothes in the machine
Before washing my hands and face
In the half bathroom.
I put on a pair of pajamas
I left in the livingroom last night
And I thought about my patients
Who I may not make it
For me to check on them again tonight.
I hate that I am nothing but humanity
In the face of this thing
That is so far from human.
It makes me scream the entire car ride into work.
I thought twice before kissing my child today,
I don’t want my work to be the reason anyone gets sick,
Especially a person I love.
I worry about you too.
About how you are doing
And if you’re alright
When I don’t hear from you for hours.
I’m a worrier,
And the state of the world isn’t helping me feel any better.
So please:
Reach out and touch me.
And don’t hate me for the fact that
I might spend some of our next time together
Actually crying,
And not just trying desperately holding back the tears
While sniffling against your shoulder,
Like I did when we last saw each other.
Image removed on 3/21/22
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Beardpositive77
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I came home today,
And even though I change into
And work in scrubs
That are kept and laundered at work,
I still felt dirty.
I stripped in the garage
And threw my clothes in the machine
Before washing my hands and face
In the half bathroom.
I put on a pair of pajamas
I left in the livingroom last night
And I thought about my patients
Who I may not make it
For me to check on them again tonight.
I hate that I am nothing but humanity
In the face of this thing
That is so far from human.
It makes me scream the entire car ride into work.
I thought twice before kissing my child today,
I don’t want my work to be the reason anyone gets sick,
Especially a person I love.
I worry about you too.
About how you are doing
And if you’re alright
When I don’t hear from you for hours.
I’m a worrier,
And the state of the world isn’t helping me feel any better.
So please:
Reach out and touch me.
And don’t hate me for the fact that
I might spend some of our next time together
Actually crying,
And not just trying desperately holding back the tears
While sniffling against your shoulder,
Like I did when we last saw each other.
Thank you for being so human and sharing with us.
Maxfun1
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