standardkink: This morning one of my brothers and I had linguica with breakfast at a place that reminded me of the old Denvers on 41 (but coastal) where I spent a lot of my childhood learning how to play dice with the old bearded farmers. And it made me think: how great is it to be alive in the world?!?

Saturday, November 16, 2019

This morning one of my brothers and I had linguica with breakfast at a place that reminded me of the old Denvers on 41 (but coastal) where I spent a lot of my childhood learning how to play dice with the old bearded farmers. And it made me think: how great is it to be alive in the world?!?

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Kink, but just the regular kind.

Hello and welcome to Standard Kink. This is a blog. So already you know I’m that kind of person. Herein you will find a lot of random miscellanea. I’m a writer still struggling to find his audience, so sometimes you’ll find my real writing here, short fiction and whatnot. But you will also find my bitter rants, my hopes, my dreams, and all the things I scream at the TV. I love the world, I really do, but it constantly challenges me to keep on loving it. They say that life is beautiful, but complicated. I agree.