jimlinsa

I'm definitely on the verge of thinking of something to say soon.

Until then you can check out my Tumblr.

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I am Jimlinsa. Anyway, that's what it says here.

I've been doing some therapy where I'm supposed to draw stick figures. So I've been drawing stick figures.

Just got back from 10 days in New York where I didn't wear socks the whole time!!! It was like perfect weather, very unlike cold San Francisco.

So anyway, I kept a little record of my visit with...
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Started posting stuff on FIlthy Dirty Smutty group which Nea was kind enough to let me into. Here's a "taste" of it.



She hurried to unzip his shorts in time to see the tip of his prick slippery with beads of semen still welling up. They both watched and were rewarded with another pulsing bead of semen.

"Can I taste?"

She carefully brought her face...
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Time for my once a month blog.

Figured out I'm being whatever the word is for when you have an evil spirit inside you. So I told my acupuncturist about it. I mean, he's a Chinese guy, as in born and raised in Taiwan, his father was an acupuncturist, and all we ever talk about is golf and women's butts. However when I told him...
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Blog blog blog.

A blog about golf on Suicide Girls by a (physically) 65 year-old man, or anybody, for that matter sounds like quite a waste of time to me. And yet I find that is all I am ever inspired to write about.

Take this morning, for instance. Naturally we were playing for money. At 65, I am the youngest. Rick is a couple of years older...
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Haven't been playing much golf since the weather has been too coooold in the morning and freezing up the course. But I played on Monday. Lost a bunch of money and ran out of quarters and couldn't pay Ross and Richard on 17 and 18. They were kind of upset. Which sort of surprised me.

But it doesn't matter I don't want to beat them...
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A friend of mine gave me a hummingbird. It was dead. He had had it for a while and it seemed perfectly preserved. I put it in a flowered box filled with cotton balls in which I was keeping a dead butterfly, along with two pieces of copal, and when I opened the box near the window the sun streamed in and all the iiridescent...
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So the end of the Mayan calendar came and there was thunder and lightning in the middle of the night and it started to pour and the next day there was a rainbow in the sky to usher in the new Age.

Age.

Meanwhile I'm looking at old age in the New Age, but I'm always writing this blog in my mind when I'm driving...
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I keep blinking my eyes and thinking I'm going to die and blinking them again and thinking I'm not.