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It was a complicated orgasm

One of those that require far too much time 

You sort of get tired half way through and start dozing off a little then it comes back to you and you wake up with some weird kitchen utensil between your thighs pushing in just the right way and that not so dirty but definitely highly suggestive thought comes back into your head so you start working on it again. 

  I hate these nights, they’re long and tedious, sometimes I get a headache. I always end up back here in front of my computer watching the cursor blink while I stare and wish I had something brilliant to convey. They say that writers masturbate 40% more than the average adult...no they don’t. I just made that up and that percentage is probably low anyway. It’s the ideas that get us off, the 

a n t i c p a t i o n

if you will. Every artist is the same and yet we all feel precious like we have something extraordinary and new to share with the world when in truth we end up in rooms diddling ourselves having complicated orgasms trying not to get walked in on.