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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

contact

If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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ashes to ashes


The wee white dog alarm clock began clamoring shortly before seven o'clock this morning. I tried to turn it off, or throw it across the room, as one would normally do, but it kept running away from me. Funny that.

Fared better this morning with giving the alarm clock it's insulin injection today by wrapping the dog tightly in a towel. It's hard to wriggle around when your legs are immobilized. Try it. You'll see. SPCA training comes in handy. I even managed to hit the same area where I've been administering the injections, in spite of the towel. I was quite proud of myself.

Someone boobytrapped the back door (sounds like a date I had once) by scattering a bunch of spikey burrs outside. Of course I stepped on them and did the Funky Chicken across the patio while trying to remove them and the devil that inhabited my body and made me say those words again.

Speaking of my body, it's lightly roasted. I got a little too much sun yesterday. Because of my bloodline, I'll be pale white again in a few days, I'm sure. But my feet are extremely ashy. They look like Pompeii on the morning after. Let's see if I can find some lotion in this joint.

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