Posts Tagged ‘my toothbrush’

Carolin’ lingua

One of the few unqualified joys in my writing life is receiving Erotic Review‘s monthly communique.  (I’m subscribed purely for literary reasons, of course.)  Jamie Maclean & Co. are incapable of writing a dry or perfunctory letter.  ER is half London Underground Victorianism, half San Francisco bohemianism – half Do What Thou Wilt, half I Did [...]

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“Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.”

The toothbrush I bought when I got here had a single bristle that didn’t get cut properly at the toothbrush factory; it was twice as long as it needed to be, and it was tickling my gums unpleasantly every time I brushed.  This afternoon, after suffering with it for more than a week, I finally [...]

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