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My Independence Day was pretty goddamned ok. I went to a party at an old friends house, and I bought a big bag of adult diapers and all the drunk kids went crazy with 'em. I myself was wearing nothing but three diapers for most of the evening. Three, you ask? Yes, three. One where diapers are supposed to worn, one as makeshift vest, and one as a sort of bonnet. I also brought ingredients for guacamole, which I made with a bit more habanero than most would like. Then I came home, and an hour later I got some booty from an adorable little french fox. We watched Rushmore, which is too damn funny, and then tried to sleep, but tons of those rascal sunset kids were doing fireworks on the beach all night long. And since the beach is right outside my window, each firework lit up my dark room with reds and blues and greens and rang like gunshots in our ears, so we made some amazing lovin till the kids went home. The colors would strike like little lightning snapshots and in those moments I could see this beautiful girl in my bed, silhouetted in technicolor with her eyes closed and her head thrown back, biting her bottom lip and holding on to me and I would take in each image like the most precious gift and it would stay in front of my eyes even in the dark until a new picture would take its place. We held each other as smoke and the smell of gun powder circled us in my bed and our bodies shook together from one too many orgasms. Thank god we're free from british imperialism.
I hope you all liked my romance novel. Its pretty much true. At least, thats how I remember it.


*If that paints as pretty a picture in your head as it does in mine, set it to Radiohead's "Kid A" And then Nirvana's "In Utero". Those were the two albums that ran all the way through during said magical sex.