no more running for me. even if this new snowfall
melts away tomorrow or the next day. normally i
stop running completely when the ice and snow takes
over the huge sprawling wooded park beside my shack.

but even without the snow, i need to stop running,
due to an ongoing soleus strain in right calf. so,
reluctantly i am gonna just go back to walking.

i would very much like to go to the local sauna and
get some good relaxation in the whirlpool. sometimes
it gets kinda distracting when the whirlpool fills
up with horny naked men. hands go groping all around.
hairy, dumpy, hard-muscled, shaved, tall, short,
skinny, fat, old, young, black, brown, white, red,
yellow skinned men all soaking up the heat. hands
go groping all around in the big soup pot.

i have to count up my shekels and see if i can go soak
my booboo leg. i have taken on more chores at the street
mission where i volunteer, which entails beaucoups of
stair-climbing. i will be okay, but i sure do wish i
could go for a competent massage, to dig out those
adhesions in my calf. zero chance of that.

brighten the corner where you are, and stop complaining,
says my cat, buster.

one of my longtime friends here in NN bought me
one week of premium membership! i am deleriously
happy about that!

i think that this person really does know how much
i enjoy watching women masturbate. that is the
only real explanation.

she knows also how much i enjoy kissing and licking
naked bums! so i am going to give her lovely bum such
sweet attention like you never seen before!

shot out of a cannon

shot out of a canyon

shot out of a cannon

shot out of a canyon

goes on and on like that

as i have said before, i do lots of volunteer chores
at a street mission. we have tons of donated clothes,
linen, housewares, etc. and one of my jobs is to sort
through all the donations to see what we can sell in
our thrift shop, or send to other countries, depending
on the season, etc.

i notice that here in NN there are many men who have an
underwear fetish. they send $$ in the mail for used
panties and pantyhose, socks, etc.

so the wheels are in motion in my brain. sometimes when
we are all together at work on the big pile of donations
someone will shriek out -- ohmygod! i hit the dirty
underwear jackpot!!

i do not understand why, but people send us dirty underwear
all the time. maybe they cannot stand to throw it out,
but whatever the reason, there is no shortage of messy
underwear.

i think i am gonna make up a new profile and name here
in NN and make some money for myself. everybody loves to
sniff dirty underwear, and i have an excellent source for
it. i will just pretend that i am 25 yr old female.

i remember way back in the seventies when i was working
in the high arctic petroleum survey camps, i met a woman
who frequently sold her stinky underwear to the guys in
the camps, so they could sniff and suck on it and jerk off
in the bathrooms. that same woman also made money selling
her panties to men in prison.

she used the $$ to pay for her university studies.

discussing it now with my two cats and they say by all
means do it and use the $$ for more catnip!!

well, i just finished a big breakfast. had a cup of coffee.
i need to avoid napping today, and try to get my sleep
pattern evened out again. that is the 2nd cup of coffee
this week. yikes! don't like that.

while i was eating breakfast my upstairs neighbour was
playing loud techno beats. he is not trying to piss me
off, but he is trying to send an angry message to the
idiot neighbour to our south. there is a thick brick
wall between the two buildings, but last night it did
not sound that way.

the upstairs neighbour is a very serious university
student who works very hard on his studies. but last
night neither one of us had a good sleep. he stopped
playing loud music a few minutes ago, and headed off
to school.

the wealthy, glamorous, lowbrow moron who lives next
door was hosting a birthday party for someone in his
idiot glamour circle. they set up drums, bass & guitar
and partied like they have no neighbours. he loves to
make this building shake, he does. they were still
playing, off and on at 1:45 a.m. they were trying to
play cat and mouse with the police. no doubt someone
stayed at the window to watch for police car arriving.

some of the anglo people in this neighbourhood are afraid
to call the police because they say that their french is
not good enough. this is definitely not true, or accurate,
but it is a common thing to hear. or else they say that
there are cops on the take who just pretend that they
do not find any trouble, and that their complaints would
not be taken seriously. it is a sad & stupid thing to hear.

this idiot guitar god neighbour is a pathetic little
attention whore. he thinks we need to know what a musical
genius he is, how important he is. maybe he thinks that
if the police do come to his door for a noise complaint
that they will ask him for his autograph instead of
serving the notice of a complaint. stupid little puke.

this has been going on for all the eight years that i
have declared this residence as my real place. it is
my place and i will stay here.

it reminds me of the years i worked in massage therapy.
at one point after a period of growth of my clientele
i suddenly found myself with a huge ethical problem.

i was being scoped out by a bunch of super-glamorous
gay/bisexual men who heard that i did good massage, but
they wanted to see me play the cruising game. in other
words if i wanted to have the privilege to put my hands
on their magazine beauty bodies then i had to show it
in my face. they wanted me to pay them for doing massage
on their immaculate bodies.

i have to be careful now. i did eat a good breakfast but
now i am making myself nauseous.

sometimes when i am out running in the woods in the rain
& wind, when nobody else can hear me, i still get a real
good rush of happy defiance reinforcement when i shout out
loud --- fuck off stupid! get lost! i don't watch television!
i cannot stand magazine beauty! it drives me up the
fucking wall! go fuck yourself!

or it also reminds me of the morning radio show on cbc one,
that has appropriated the long & dignified history of
radio journalism that we have in this country. they have
abandoned the high standards of cbc history and replaced
with the stinkiest kind of glamour hustle. empty headed
babble, with tv game show aesthetics. the host says,
hey, i'm a celebrity, you are a celebrity. we should get
on the radio and jerk off. the little people will love it!

okay, i have to stop now. i have made myself too nauseous.

lordymama! what a wonderful run i just now had in the woods on the mountain of love. parc mont royal is just outside my door, and i love to run on the back trails 3 seasons of the year.

i stop every so often to get down in the dirt or on the grass to do calisthenics, range of motion exercises, plyometrics, etc.

today i ran for one & quarter hour. i did four sets of pushups down on the forest floor. 50-50-50-55. pretty good for an old fool like me. i have been using a program that you can find at
www.onehundredpushups.com for two and a half years now.

i will go back to the program once the snow has started and i hang up my running shoes. but for the timebeing i like to improvise and just do what feels good. i mix it up with other exercises for abdominials and trunk twists, etc.

i stopped at the fox poop tree to do pushups today. it is an ancient oak tree that has had its upper branches blasted off by a lightning strike. there is a fox den nearby, and you can see a semicircle ring of fox poop around this beautiful old tree.

i am such a lucky hounddog to have this big forest right outside the door of my shack.

i have been running on the trails in the big wooded
park right beside my shack since april. i do not run
in the wintertime. the ice creeps me out. in my youth
i had some bad groin pulls from running cross country,
and i just do not feel comfortable running in wintertime.

today, and the past three running sessions have been
big time ecstasy. i love to jump and leap over rocks
and logs and across mud puddles. i run between 60-90
minutes and then get down in the grass to do calisthenics
or else wait to do them back here in my shack with no
clothes on.

i have been running so hard that i do not have enough
jam to do all my floor exercises when i get back. that
is okay. i can concentrate more on the calisthenics and
posture exercises all winter long.

i love to sprint uphill almost to the verge of puking,
and then i also love to jump downwards from big rocks.
i feel very much like a wild fifteen year old boy when
i run like that.

the mountain of love i what i call the big park right
beside me. it is parc mont royal, right in the middle
of the big hairy scary city. it is a privilege to know
these majestic woods so well. even the very rocks are
my friends. i have a very deep psychedelic friendship
with this big rock pile. me very very very lucky man.

i do love to run on the back trails in the rain, i do!

these are the days that i dream about in january and february.
my legs do not want to stop, even in the big downpours. i had
to stop and take shelter at the big chalet up on mt. royal.
there was no space between raindrops. but my legs were too impatient and i went right back into the rain to keep going.

i got drenched right in the middle of the run. i sometimes
start laughing out loud because there is not another soul
around. i get the trails all to myself, and i can jabber
away or sing at the top of my lungs.

it was solo ecstasy!

sheesh almighty! here we go again!

my cats were bugging me in the night, asking me why i did not want to take new photos and jump right back into the fray here in NN. i did not have an adequate response.

so, what the hell? it is absolutely true that i love this place here on the internet. i enjoy StumbleUpon, and FetLife, and lots of other horny places on the internet, but i have not yet found a real home like NN.

soon i am gonna get my running gear on and go for a sweaty run in the woods right beside my shack here on the mountain of love.

i really hope i can get it together to buy a premium membership. it is well worth it. i am still poor as a churchmouse, but i am gonna try to do it.