[DD] Come Closer & My Own Cinema Flash(back) Non-Fiction Old Note App.

25 April 2024 - Just a Quiet, Tired Thursday Read. Join me in R&R. Peace.

25 April 2024

Dear Daily Chaser!

welcome from a sleepy-chasey-flickering-fluck-er-melting into the sofa for so long my back is numb, both legs are stiff and can barely move my arms to turn the pages of my RSPCA Charity FIND Short Novel(s). Still unsure about ‘M.O.T.O.E’

I’ll show you in a minute! DO YOU LIKE SHIT POETRY? ALL ART IS SUBJECTIVE (obviously!) DO YOU LIKE POEMS? Have you checked MINE yet? x

I am trying to get my other ‘poetry only’ newsletter packed out a bit more. I have seven subscribers since starting from zero - purposely to view organic growth. I would love it if you had a little look over there and maybe joined me in that endeavour /project too?

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POEM: Trouble At The Crossroad

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My Candle Is Dim This Quiet and Tired Thursday night. *Flickering-Sighs*

Photo by Terry Vlisidis on Unsplash

BACK AGAIN? Cozy Greetings! ….x

I feel like I should rename my Daily Drop to ‘Dropped A Bollock’ because I feel like I have done just that. Last night I convinced myself that I was good enough to try my hand at writing a ‘fucking’ book of short stories / flash fiction pieces. Today, I am struggling just to type a ‘fucking’ message in chat. Instead I only wish to sit with the dog nearby keeping me warm with her furry body heat. Sit and chill and read something different and new-to-me. I’ve never really read much Horror or possession stories before (not since I was a kid and loved reading Point Horror! stuff). As for the AC… I’m not converted yet. I still associate her with ‘boring’ old films that my grandparents used to watch on a Sunday evening when I was little. I still see that little tubby man with the twirly tash… sussing shit out.

Thank you for opening the email and / or checking in with me again! xxHUGSxx

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True ‘Prose’ Cinema Story Collected From My Old Note App.

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I'm at this cold dingy cinema….

It has no balcony let alone a gallery space up there for optimised viewing. See, I was only 19 and already accustomed to the best of everything. I'm not fancy at all. I come from a house where it's heat or eat and we weren't going to be cold. So my body was thin and I'd worked hard at the gym to make it toned. I picked up a few lookers in blokes. Not like a hooker. I broke and what I was rocking couldn't be sold. Begged sold or borrowed as the song goes.

What song was that?

Oh, look shiny!

That's me easily distracted by even the most minuscule oblique’s.

That's what got me into this position right now. A weak ass disposition and a body that I'd burn in hell for. Bruce Lee abs and a donkey Kong 'D' this guy was nice but not for me. It started with this boring film and me a naive slut. Was here for good measure (yep) but not too much smut. I like a bit of pussy but if it's kitten like you want to be all lovely and not lick it til it bites. This lad was like a great piece of art, good to look at and absorb but it be shit sticking it up your arse. I hadn't touched this fuck-boy yet.

He bought us some popcorn, can of coke (to share) can you see already a few problems there. I kept looking for help from unknown sources like the freckles on my wrist where my missing watch is not available, thank fuck for if I would be able to tell see the time as much as I feel it. Slow s-l-o-w-ly fucking me up inside. I’d probably be found out. To be the whore with nothing more than a penchant for drugs, and fucks but can't fuck you cos I'm in love (with an Essex boy I won't admit) too far for cuddles and all that shit I don't even want when I'm with him.

This guy is good for all that stuff unfortunately for me he is only sweet cos he's desperate for fucks. From me. He sees these is no watch but the sentiment of my look said it all. What the fuck is this dogshit film I'm trying to focus on!? I'd already sabotaged the date and his chance of a semi public BJ fun. Yuk.

Like wanking off my gay friend's crush - you want to buy you know it isn't custom it just isn't a done thing. So I sent him to get some hot dogs PLURAL and something else….“like SWEETS”!! I yell. Then take a pew in the two FRONT MIDDLE seats.

Not trying to be cruel or cool by taking him directly to the back. I'm not at school got nothing to prove and I'm sure he'd be sloppy sucking my pussy crack! He had a drool like Scooby Doo and puppy dog eyes at best. He was cute and tall and wore a black Prada vest (in winter). Did you forget your coat?

Tasty mustard on them buns shame about the meat he looks confused with something like the seats, sits down and admits defeat.. n.t.b.c

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POEM: Trouble At The Crossroad