You know I think I should wonder what that look was for. Come hither…is it the same one…the one I saw…the one that made me indeed heed that call? I mean was it? Is it like something deep down like the thing inside me? I'm just fucking wondering. I don’t want to be a fool. I think maybe I am just a little too in danger of that.
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I need to get inspired. I need to get laid. I left my home. My family…everything now. I stand kinda alone but its not like all emo and fagula or some shit. Shit happens. That’s something you say when you know you fucked up or someone you don’t want to put on blast fucked up. SO its just shit happens. Well ya know. It does…and FUCK it. Fuck the shit. This is my time to talk it up and let ya know it….and smell it…since the shits thicker in here than my dick in a super penis pump after I drank three redbulls and had a shot of Sorroc.
So you may say I'm scarred for life...or there some kind of fucking metal disease upon me. Some malaise...some shit so virulent its just ruined me. Then you might want to go to bed with me...i mean I'm cool, Ill usually sleep over....Just saying. Wait....what if the wrong person reads this? Aren't you already reading this?
maybe its happening. Maybe I am losing it all, maybe I dont care. I have lost three people recently not to death but to the system of worldly things. By my hand, by theirs, and again by my own. I know I should lament and fill this space with the tears to sail my children boats in the park I may never see built....
Chomping at the bit for some more? No? Well good because I dont come here for your opinions anyways. I mean maybe if you put in on the pot....or maybe if you didn't use so many you people references at funerals....wait....wrong place? Shit ok hold on let me rewind this eight track....
So I guess I don't come by often enough now. Or maybe I wore out my welcome. Does it matter as long as I bring money? If you know what Im talking about...then that's a no prize...if you don't...then just realize I was venting...like that thing you do when you drink and drive, or put on clown make up and jack off in the front of the christian bookstore.
Its been a long time. Well no. You never left. For me maybe its been a long time? No I just did it…what Wednesday morning? I guess it smells like a Monday morning? No? Fuck. That sounds like a porno..or bangan a chick on her period. Either way…it could end up being interesting.
So what I got a girl that can quote mix a lot like she works at save a lot and can clap with no hands. So what I left my life and it has my fucking brains coming apart like fettuccine noodles in the night. So fucking what you don’t care and this site hasn’t been something to see in three years.
I'm an experiment gone wrong. I know you shoulda flushed me down the toilet like a fucking failed abortion but it never would have worked. See I inched up like a worm on that cobra la dagger? Was that shit even a dagger....it was like some big as letter opener...or some kinda pig sticker. I mean put that fuckers eye out but good right?
I think I may have some stuck pixels or some kinda money shot juice on my monitor…..I don’t know if I ever mentioned it….it’s like…long? Wide? Not tall or thick? I suppose the opposite of my penis. Wait..not all…want to tell me what ya think *women only, all others will be beat or maimed*
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