fistful of cock
DL has ceased sending me email notification on the rare occasion that someone posts a note on my notes page. This is probably because DL has learned via secret radio broadcasts from stale, grey clouds that I am a bad person and one that should be squeezed out of the blizzard of diaries. That is okay. I will leave, if I must.
But when I leave, I will leave slowly and with my cock out--not waving goodbye like an open hand but more like a closed fist, shaking and promising some future, unpleasant return.