morning wood

so i had two titles for this post: dream, dream, dream (i think it's a song by the everly brothers?) or the above. i thought the above would be an eye-catcher. or it could poke your eye out. take it as you will.

if you give a girl ANY attention, if you sleep with them for just one night, do they become emotionally attached? they keep coming back for more.

haha, that post wasn't about you, jalto.

and I am the only author of this here blog, B-rise. would you now? you're bold, but are you daring?

the maroneels are hosting a dinner party soon.

if I ever have a dream with bradford assay in it- IF I ever have one- it's a weird one. This time, it was a porn convention.

why do people like talking about other people's stories rather than their own? my only reasoning is that their personal stories are boring. GET interesting! jesus.

ah, right- the dream. So Brad and I. We were male pornstars at this porn convention. It wasn't even a nice one, more of a B/C-list convention. There were flat screens showing several movies, several naked bodies all at once.
And over on the other side, I noticed these displays: there was this green line, and next to it there was this white line. The green line measured the length of the film that the guy watched while masturbating, and the white line- well, it was the distance traveled. There were several rows of these green and white lines- a competition, if you will, to see who could go the distance. Brad already had one set up. I chuckled. So there I am, going at it, watching this video, and it's taking a really long time. Brad's getting impatient and asking me, "what's up?" hah. anyway, i was telling him to wait for it, but something interrupts me. I think it was all the television sets on the other side of the room. I was amazed by how many TVs were playing porn all at the same time. Talk about sensory overload. Load. hah.
I come back, and I'm flaccid again. So I need to pick myself up again, but then Brad wants to go to the bathroom. So he, I, and this other guy are walking towards the John when this sea of female pornstars are walking straight in our direction. It was Brad's idea to bump into every girl that came our way. And he bumped into EVERY girl. At the end where the bathroom was, Brad hi-fived the other guy for a job well done? And he was hanging in the air waiting for me to high-five him. He's so goofy, even in my dreams.
The convention was over, I didn't get to do my thing, but I helped close things down, and all of a sudden these riffraffs were running all over the place and watching porn. They were all little hispanic kids, too, for some odd reason. I went over to the TV sets and started speaking to them in Spanish. "Ven aca!" I was actually saying these phrases. I grabbed them and kept pushing them so that they would wait outside the building. "Apurate!" "Esta lluviendo!" The last kid, I told him to wait at the corner. "Espera tus padres al rincon"? I went back in, relieved, but then I realized that in the corner, nobody would be able to see him so his parents might just leave if they didn't see him. I woke up after that.

I haven't studied Spanish in 4 years, but I was mouthing off these Spanish phrases to them. Maybe I know more Spanish that I thought I've forgotten.

I'm going to play videogames. Filthy, filthy dreams about Drab.