the couple that live below me having loud sex was the alarm this morning. i turn music on to drown out the woman moans and furniture clanking. | | | | | the destruction ceases. i hear one of them turn on the shower. i guess it’s time to wake up. Continue reading paper thin building
the fifty-something couple below me have more [loud] sex than me. they have accents, smoke cigarettes, and I hate them. [tho maybe, they are something-like happy.] — I, late twenty-something shut-in, am decidedly not settling for a partner just fine enough. [for now] I have [quiet] sex, alone, Which may Sound sad In reading. [tho maybe, I am happy too] — Tenacious Continue reading the Brooklynian Joneseses
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