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I Guess I Do Think with My Dick

My Filthy Mind

Will I always be sixteen years old?

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I swear, there must be a Rube Goldberg contraption connecting my optic nerve to my dick, via my hopelessly immature brain, down my spine to my mentally-cheating heart, and continuing down its vast infrastructure of arteries, veins, and capillaries and, I suppose, my now-enlarged prostate gland. What…

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Richard L. Boyer

Richard L. Boyer

Writer, poet, musician, hungry diner at the table of life, enjoying every last crumb of this meal and cleaning my plate; happily perverse in my passions.

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