We are due to hit the 90’s this week, which is lovely weather when you are absent a pool liner! Such is the Year of our Lord 2020. This godforsaken wench is doing all he can to remain sane, and cool, but there is probably a breakdown right around the corner, so gird your loins and fire up the smoke machine because the greatest show on earth is about to fucking begin. First, a recap! Pop it like it’s hot…
I could jack off to this any day.
Painting the fronds of ferns. (These have since been ravaged by a rabbit, because 2020.)
Genus: Paeonia. (Not genius, genius.)
Behind our masks, a moment of connection, something I apparently needed.
I do my June bouquets a little differently.
This parade went by too quickly. Always does.
Life is best looked at from different windows.
Missing my abs, among other more important things.
A rare bucket-list item gets checked off after a quest that lasted four decades.
Revisiting the surreal dream-world of Bardo.
The Hunk of the Day shall return…
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