AWOL

My truant tendency always hits me at the wrong time. It appears like the insidious Eve brandishing the delectable apple before the unsuspecting Adam in the blissful garden of Eden. Too strong a come-on to rebuff with guilt. Guilt conversely cancels out being present in both sides of the equation. Guilt and erroneous conscience. Where right can be made wrong and wrong, right. There’s not much time left for rational thinking. I’ll deal with guilt and my conscience later. After playing truant, that is.

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Is there a vending machine for tender pleasures like wasting time in bed on Sunday mornings next to someone you’re very fond of? Let me know. My pocket is filled to bursting with coins.