At age 18 I was attending the university of Saskatchewan. Late one evening I was still in the university library, but instead of working I was writing in my journal.
"Concentration and immersion in studies might do me good but it's hard to settle down. I can make myself sit here, surprisingly enough, but one thing I cannot do is make myself constructive. These carrells have some earthy graffiti. I spend my 1st ten minutes in each one reading that. Here's a cute one, right here in front of me:
'Here's to that moment
Of sweet repose
With belly to belly,
Toes to toes,
And after that moment
Of sweet delight
It's back to back
The rest of the night!'
Someone else has replied 'Not so when a woman is with a woman. 652-0972. Marilyn.'
~OH GOD I WANT A MAN SO BAD!~
ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE JUICY SUCCULENT YOUNG THINGS THAT STRUTS YOUR DESIRABLE BODY DOWN THE AISLE? DO YOU REALIZE HOW NICE IT WOULD BE IF YOU WOULD STOP FOR SOME SEX?
Then there's an epic poem on the rewards to the male species of clitoral stimulation during intercourse.
And PEANUT BUTTER DOESN'T STICK TO THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH BUT EVERYTHING ELSE STICKS IN MY CRAW
DONALD DUCK GOT GOOSED
OLD DUTCH POTATOE SPUDKIN
and the inevitable
FOR A GOOD TIME PHONE 244-6411.
I think that # is 'time' and I've been seeing it everywhere."