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16/05/05 A nice new journal with a red leather cover. I like the smell. The pages feel sharp to the touch and have a scent of their own. Off-white parchment. Unlined. I’m an old fashioned fellow. I like to write with a pen. A good quality one so that the ink rolls smoothly onto the pages, without scratching like cheap plastic ones do. Computers are so impersonal. Technology has stripped away the soul of humanity. The internet is a dirty, melting pot of perverts and whores fucking each other without even touching. Where’s the caressing, tasting, drinking in the perfume of lust? It sickens me really. Touch typing with one hand and masturbating with the other. How romantic. Part of the joy of sex is the hunting, the seduction and then the prize. The net is an excellent source of information and communication but like everything it’s been abused by the basest of us.
And that is why I bought myself this journal.
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