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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

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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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i hear a voice


Becky and Mr. Becky return tomorrow, and I thought it would be nice to bust out the vacuum so they'd return to a somewhat clean home. I cranked up the stereo, watched Margot run out the room with an affronted look, and then started with the Home Office. Since we spend the majority of our time in here, it gets dirty fast; cigarette ashes, coffee mug rings, a light carpet of dog hair on the floor. I attacked the nasty with vigor, making sure to get into all the nooks and crannies and when I was finished, I surveyed the room with a feeling of satisfaction. I even vacuumed the ceiling fan, a task that practically gave me a woody as I watched the dust being peeled away and sucked into the nozzle of the vacuum.

Then I moved into the hallway and as I dusted the vent in the ceiling, I had this nagging I'm supposed to do something thought. What was it? Yes, I should be writing. But that's not it. Shut up, voices. No! Really. You're supposed to— Shut up! I'm busy. I'm not listening. Mary had a little lamb! Little lamb! Little lamb! Look at the dog hair being sucked into the vacuum. AH-hahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Wheeee!

When I finished the dining room, it wasn't until I was vacuuming the vacuum that it suddenly hit me: the last time I'd used the vacuum, I threw out the full bag and thought, Enh, I'll replace the bag the next time I use the vacuum.

I opened it up and started at the Cousin Itlike thing inside. I swear it shielded its eyes from the light and then waved at me.

Crappity crap crap crap.

Lesson learned: Always listen to the voices in your head.

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