Caught looking at dirty pictures, lies, threw rocks at the dog, drown the cat, or pulled on your wiener.
I told her the truth. No not that I am a sociopath that pays hookers to get in the car so I can smother them with farts and bury them near the river. Close but not quite. No I explained to her that about fifty percent of my work is ideas, just a random idea.
Man what if the joker stuck that bang gun of his up his ass and it came out of his mouth? Or Hey what happened to that lady with huge titts I saw in that porn back in 91?
Then about twenty five percent of it is when someone offends my stout moral sensibilities, now the rest? Well the rest of it is just me sitting down and saying….man I really need to put something down…I feel the itch…
Kinda like when you sit down and type bukkake bbw milfs in google….but different…since I want to get creative…and those paint stained bitches are nothing new.
Your probably wondering by now…this motherfucker…what is the point? Well unlike your sexual prowess I am working my way up to the climax, not just pumping three times and shooting my load. Sit down junior Ill learn
Ya something. I came to the conclusion and explanation with a simple old saying. An idle mind is the devils workshop. That’s it. My mind, contrary to what so many believe is generally, outside the crippling grip of anxiety and
Societal conditioning is quite blank. I can go about my business without a thought. Without an idea. It’s like being zen but very much not as artistic. I guess it’s kind of like Michael Myers when hes sitting there.
Now of course when there is a fotm issue, something that sets the anxiety or rage gauge to one thousand this is not the case…..but generally on a good day I have maybe three thoughts. Food, fuck, sleep are probably the basis of most of those too.
Much like mouth breather 101.
I gave up my pondering as my father would call it. I don’t sit here and brood anymore. Maybe I should so this shit would be more “exciting”. Maybe I should put on a zipper mask, slap on a cock ring and take pictures too.
Shoot those up on the site like my name was Kurt Cobain, then you would give a fuck again. Or not, and just do this shit cause it’s what I do. Maybe it therapeutic without the bruises and impacted bowels. No need for a cocaine iv here doctor.
But really, my method is no method, I just do or don’t. More don’t than do, kind of like sex these days…..well unless there's a reverse glory hole and she got a fat ass….then just call me Dice man as I crank my chainsaw….