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Shit rolls; piss trickles; I fell
face first into both. Seriously, I did. They say when you hit rock bottom that it’s for the better. It’s because you haven’t been responsible enough for the real world. I say fuck them. People love spitting out opinions rather than looking at their own sad excuse for a life. If you hit rock bottom, then you’re done experimenting - that’s what I say. Midnight breeze. I’m not positive on much (including the HIV) but I’m positive I like pussy. There isn’t a woman I’d say no too (Men either). I’d stick my pecker in anything with a pulse. Blondes, redheads, brunettes or baldies, shit doesn’t matter too me. Quantity not quality is my motto. Motto. Now the therapist are telling me “[n]o intercourse, no oral, and no self ejaculation.”
I shouldn’t have to define art; art should define me.
Oh boy! I get to spend an hour exporting a rough cut to my hard-drive. Fun times right hear. Also, I just recently, like emaning this past monday or so, got my ATH-M50’s (studio headphones) and I have to say that they are awesome. And I got them for half the retail price!
Write me into a chapter,
however it is that you see me -
or want to see me -
I’ll be that ideal heroine.
Discover me in a dream
in the dead of night
and have a fantasy version
without the flaws.
(The girl with the smile who
really means it, and won’t
give you any trouble.)
Weave me into a melody
"I’ll be your dream." is the way I would start a love letter, if I in fact were writing a love letter, which would mean first I would need someone to write to, but, considering, for a moment, that I’m not the type of person, or yet, rather, I’m the type of guy, who has just realized, that I am most certainly not the type of person who can just approach a woman, with the means to court her, or, wait, do people still say "court"? I mean I was under the impression, regardless of the way society has collapsed in regards to how we handle relationships, whether they be marriages or what-have-you, that men still courted women, but of course, I’m in no way trying to offend the homosexual community, I just mean courting is normally associated within the heterosexual community, although the era that we currently preside in has changed very much so, so much in fact that I could be wrong entirely about the definition of courting, moreover, I have been known to be largely wrong in regards to many things, not just limited to love, thus now, looking back at the situations that I have most often found myself in, and with accordance towards my father, I am what most people would call a schmuck, of course, not because I’m the type of person who finds themselves to be wrong in most situations, but, perhaps, it’s because I’m somewhat of a jerk, but that is totally beside the point, in fact it’s a point I wish I did not bring up, but I guess since we, or yet, rather, the subject that I am on, because you, the reader, are just following along with the utmost respect, in regards to not lashing out, or hurrying me up, so that I may get back on track to what it was that I originally started out to argue or state, with little complaining that one can do, but lets be honest, if you’re not complaining then it must not be true, love that is, although I can say with great sadness, or perhaps not, but I have never been in love, of course though, I once owned a puppy, but that was a long time ago, and could it have been love? I don’t think so, I mean it was more of the love that you get just because you have what the other needs, which in that case was food, but when I think about it most people today, if not all, but lets stick with most, since operating in absolutes just makes you sound ignorant and uncouth, thrive on their fetishes to keep their relationship going, again, however, I might be entirely wrong, which is most likely, even though when you consider the fact that most, if not all, but, again, we will stick with most because of the above aforementioned statement, people are usually wrong or misinformed, so it is quite possible that, even though for the majority of my existence I have been wrong or some-what misinformed, but somehow I might just be normal in that sense, since most, if not all, of mankind is like me, so with discontinuing my offending of any-one person or persons with my ignorance of their sexualities, their take on love, or their intelligence, or any one thing in particular, I can get back to what I originally thought to write, that I am without love, not because I am not capable of love or capable of being loved, which is still up for debate, rather, no, I am without love because of my not knowing how and when to approach the opposite sex.Read more
“This wasn’t part of the plan”
The message was written in thin, faded pencil. I wondered who had written it. I was on the bottom level of the building. The safest level. It had taken a week and a half to get there.
After coming in through the bullpen and dealing with the intake guards on the…
Envision a boot reading Matthew Arnold on the solemn floor,
The watchword is disinteresting, that is, the rule becomes so—you know—
that in abstentia my relic teeth separate out in their total lack of excitement
down the throat of this kind of colicky, hand-wringing polemic.
So - it was a new jaw you were looking for wasn’t it, sir? Ah, yes, I see it here - lantern jaw. Popular choice, yes, absolutely no problem. What’s that? Oh, yes, guaranteed fresh, sir, you have my word on that. Absolutely pain-free, scar-free, completely safe. Now, just to double check your…
Like most people who fly frequently, I pay little or no attention to flight attendants when they run through the pre-flight safety spiel. I’ve heard it before and know what to do, though trust me, if the plane goes down over water I doubt I’ll have the presence of my to pull the tabs and blow…