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He has found himself beneath a beautiful lover. Rising and swelling in perfect unity with him So much touching, kissing, he is hypnotized by the perfection of the moment. The lover never sighs or pauses to have a cigarette. Lover eternal knows only desire.  He looks down. Spying the sweat coated stomach.  Oh, sweat. How he loves it. sHe is somehow tickling his back as his lips press to his but what he feels most is the one drop of sweat that just landed on his right nipple.  Sweat. The taste and smell has always driven him wild. Maybe he’s earned that one peculiarity. He never made it with girls much. Not all the way at least. Maybe all that pent up desire inside of us always has one trigger. One main trigger. One that turns you animal. Has you growling at your partner as you bite their neck. Three more drops and legs close tightly, tongues dip into mouths. He reaches out with both hands to steady his floating body, hands slap against cool...

WHITE TILE ON CANVAS (Curtain opens, a young Ben Shapiro, seemingly moping, with bad posture has his hands in his pockets.  He is lightly kicking at the snow) (Enter Dad Cheerily) Hey son, young Ben Shapiro! Whatcha doin’ champ? YBS Just playin’ in the snow, Pa. You know me, young Ben Shapiro, if I’m not practicing my violin I’m playin’. Dad Well, sure don’t look very playful to me son…young Ben Shapiro YBS Dad, thing is, I love playing the violin. Playing the theme from Schindler’s list on the violin over and over is exactly what a young boy, a young Ben Shapiro, needs. But…But… Dad (Understanding) Oh, I see. I think I know what this is about. I think I understand. YBS You do, Pa? Dad This is about the little dicks, isn’t it, my son, the young Ben Shapiro? YBS (Looks up relieved) Yeah, Dad. It is. It is about the little dicks. Dad Well, it’s no secret. Us Shapiros love drawing little dicks. YBS (Excited...

(We hear elevator music Tom joins Greg in the elevator) (Enter Tom) Hey Greg! Howya doin’ there buddy? You getting settled in to the new city alright? Greg (trying to be cheerful Yeah, I guesso, man. Tom Well, I know it can be hard, moving to a new place, knowing no one, just being pathetic in general. Greg That’s right Tom. Wendy and I used to have the most exciting life. We’d go to concerts or just pack the car and head off down the highway. But, nowadays we just don’t get out. We just don’t have as many friends. TOM Wow, Greg. That really does sound tough. You know, me and Marsha hit a little rough weather a few months ago. Greg Oh yeah? So, what didya do about it? Tom Cocaine. Greg What? Tom Cocaine! Great for making friends and keeping them! Party goes as long as you say it does. Greg I dunno Tom. We tried that before Tom Greg, something tells me that was crank. Greg Crank? Tom That’s right bud...

                          Folks, If you are in your 40’s like me you might recall the year 2016. Back when you might’ve listened to Justin Timberlake sing, “Can’t stop the feelin’" What “feelin’”? Disgust. Disgust was the feelin’ you couldn’t stop. But, now is the time for action. The time to stop flicking peanuts at the president’s surprisingly orange nut sack and take a real swing at that dick. Now is the time to let your voice be heard. You say, “Look, man, it’s ok to walk away. We know you’ve never had to do things for yourself. That there have been people to do things for you. Brown people. Brown people with difficult names. But, you can do this. You can do it mister president. Just walk away. Pretend it is an outstanding debt and just walk away.” I know you all would say that to his face if you could. But, you can’t. But, you can vote! With our vote we can say with one voice, “We are tired o...