Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“He looked at his freshly washed
finger nails of his hand, he liked them particularly for being kind of
attractive, long, pink, smooth as he touched them he felt kind of kinky about
them. He felt to lick them touch them all over his body, for it felt kind of famine
part, soft and seductive. He often praised his hand-nails while disguised nails
of his feet, for they were dirty, in bad shape and for sure a turn-off. He could
not even masturbate if his legs were spread in front of him and nails looked
upon as if an unclean aged old neighbor peeking through window of neighborhood
wall for a chat he could never connect to, like rising prices of vegetables,
for what did it matter when they could kill a turkey in their backyard and have
a feast for no price. He hated it specifically. He hated those nails of his leg-fingers
more than anything at that moment.”
~ Praveen Parasar
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