From Michael MacRae

The short story only adds to the image. I just want to know more. It seems to be post apocalypse, but it could be something else.

“The days are regimented here and though you should expect him to leave me in the tundra if I were to fall behind, you could say I am well fed and energized, so do not worry. All that he provides in the way of foodstuffs is deer meat. I’ve relied on my rations of tin vegetables and and have taken up the hobby of fishing to satisfy a varied diet.
We hunt most hours of the day, he kills the animals leaving me to fix them to sleds and drag the carcasses, sometimes miles at a time back to the cave where he does not permit me to enter. I’ve been used as little more than a pack mule in these trips but from what I understand he brings me along to observe. It is difficult discerning him as he does not speak, or chooses not to, and he refrains from physical conversation beyond simple gestures when it pleases him. He engages in other activities on a mysterious schedule and he seems to make good use of any time I am away or the rare chance I may be caught sleeping. I’ve stepped outside for only minutes and returned to find a fully skinned and gutted carcass splayed upon the table with its spine removed and ground into sludge. He was sitting in his chair.
He acts like a shadow, constantly moving about the walls rather than cross the floor. If I don’t watch him closely it is easy to lose track of him, even in this confined cabin space. During the nights (if one can call them as such, they are little more than dim evenings here) he sits across from the bed, facing the snuffed out fireplace, barely visible in his dark and oiled wraps. Comfortable sleep has become a luxury, on more than one occasion I have awoke to find he had rotated to face me, his gaunt statuesque form with long fingers clutching the ends of the arm rests. I suppose it goes without saying that he does not make for good company.
I have yet to fully understand what we are doing here, I do hope it is revealed soon. As things are though, I may be here for some time.
– M”

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The Poop Man Wants Sex

My sister’s husband wants more sex. With her. Just adding that to be clear.

But, like so many people he has limited understanding beyond what he wants and needs. I’m sure he feels he is being treated badly and should have all sympathy for his rotten wife who isn’t giving him the sex he wants.

But…

The man is a poop, literally.

What woman could work up enthusiasm to have sex with a man who wears his poop all day, creates poop displays on the toilet each morning and has pretty much stopped brushing his teeth. Making you wild with lust?

The only mystery is why men think we would want to have sex with them. Yes, please shove the fingers you’ve just been scratching your butt with inside my body. I love it when your breath makes me gag. Your farts are so musical and make me just want to get that much closer to you so I can see the poop on your balls. Oh baby!

Right, now I have some Canadian tundra to sell you. Cheap.

It is funny that my sister’s husband is taking on the habits of my exhusband. We didn’t have kids though. I think my sister is kind of stuck with her poop man. But, she doesn’t have to have sex with him.

The really funny thing is that he thinks she is the one who needs to change. She is such a meanie to not have sex with him. Maybe he’ll buy her some sexy lingerie so she can look sexy for him. Sure, that’ll work.

Happy New Month

There’s a spider crawling up the wall right beside me. Kind of an omen for the month of Halloween. I didn’t mind the spider on the wall, I really don’t like when they go for the ceiling and think they are going to dangle over your head. So far he’s sticking to the wall, maybe he heard me.

It looks like this will be the month I move. I don’t want to post much about all of that cause it seems I have said and thought the same for ever so long, with no sign of progress.

I’m not feeling especially chatty tonight. Still not quite shaking off that cold/ flu thing. It’s so pretty when you cough up snot. How does that stuff get there in the first place. That’s the really icky part.

Tomorrow morning I will be taking the car to Canadian Tire to see what they have to say about the brake light coming on. Maybe it’s just low on fluid and there isn’t a leak. Yeah, and they’ll offer me a really great price on some tundra just a bit north of here. I’m going to get new wipers on the drive beast too. (My ex-husband came up with drive beast as a name for our car).

So, that’s how October is starting for me. Merry Month!