Exotic murder & Erotic poetry

Good Morning Angelz

I just woke from some kinda murder dream, with a racing heartbeat and the last image:me standing in the dark room at home, holding a knife in my hand and looking out of the open window. I see two cars standing in front of the garage. It’s cold. Clear night without stars. And the street is empty so even if I shouted no one would hear.
It wasn’t a nightmare but not pleasant compared to my mood before falling asleep. I wrote some lines of erotic poetry which I never ever did before…felt inspired by my forceful imagination.
Will get dressed now, enjoy my tea (with a coffin shot for my weakened heart), go to town to see if I can get some cards for St Patrick’s Day, read and write…

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