His hands never shake and his balls quiver for only the most platinum of blondes. His ears hear the tones of high pitched soprano queefs. Exiting the vagina with pin point accuracy only to reach their intended target with the upmost dissapointment. Craving a fowel stench he was the sweet smell of lemon grass he got. How unapparent to the queef giver that the queef recipient would be hoping for expected. Who ever hopes for the expected. The realists. The prophets. Who knows. What is even real today. Human contact. Not physical but mental. Is that real. Love, is that real. No, not forever, love is not forever, it sure does fade. Fade into the heavans, where you thought you were until the desinigration hits you, love is not complete and endless. People change and our minds fall in and out of love. Unconditional? Family perhaps. Best friends perhaps. A mate, im not sure. Im yet to experience more than a mere fling of love and a relationship. But from what I know, it is not eternal. And why does a family bond make it eternal. Will I ever fall out of love with my parents. Is it their actions as well as relationship. Did I ever really love erin. No. I didn’t. I didn’t know what it was. At least I was honest with her. Did she really love me, she thought she did but she had no idea. A drunk farce is even drunker on his own senese of ……………….. All. Drunk and fixated on ourselves. We all are. Labelle said it. We oare our number one. Mother second. Father third. Brother fourth. Best friend fifth. Gargoyles make their nightly rounds as we lay stuffed are our round tables. Gargoyles being the evils of our brains, they never flinch never hesitate, seem persistently present when we least want them. How juvenile are we to expect perfect lives. A life of pure happiness. True love? Pure? How, faults are always noticeable and never overlooked, always investigated, always there on the tip of the tongue for the right moment, the moment where a low blow seem timely. Where you are in such desperation yourself that you have no chance of saving yourself other than whip out a low blow against you agressor. How feeble and spineless. A limp backbone, trembling in the face of aversion. Rumbling so hard your brain thinks in squiggles, processes and omitts that last ditch insult stored in the back of the brain, where even the most violent trembles can’t relinquish its presense. Who are we to step into that relm of insult. To stoop to the lowest level of consideration to say the most hurtful thing we can. What terrible humans we are to even have thought of and reserved such a comment to begin with. To think that using it might be a possibility is disgraceful in itself. Stop this madness. People need not clash to live cohesively. Coexist is one of the corniest bumper stickers, but its truth holds strong. Compost. That is what my mind has become. A steep, poignant pile of steeming compost. Just waiting for a vulture to swoop down and nible up the few remaining worthy chunks. Wholy garbage, shit unproductive, amounting to zilch, a rich mentality is one of dog eat dog. Maybe I just don’t have the agression, the will to kill. For some reason my experiences and conditioning have made me tame, hoping for comprimise rather than a take charge take down drive that leads to the top. Lead me into a live of peace and tranquility, but isn’t that what the masses want. Not all. Some, the noble ones. I could live a life with good friends, a good partner, and a worry free mentality. Never constipated with the every day struggles of someone striving for the riches. Where do you end up. Tired, frustrated, momentary bursts of success follow by long periods of stress and dementia. Wake up. Power is not almightly. Put me in power and worlds may flourish. Dawns may bloom. Horizans reached. Again a farce drunk on his own views of reality. But seriously, throw one normal headed sensible individual in the white house and see what they produce. A world that follows the grain of the meat head? That’s what we every day people would be considered if we entered that realm of political battle. Look at sarah palin. But would we be more intelectual and modern than the currents pride themselves on. Give someone a chance, a few papers to read and a decision to make and see what happens. Give real equality a shot. I stopped there and figured my asshole till I fell asleep. Tell me what you think. Retarded, yea, incoherent clearly, I dunno leave something. Downright sloppy, nahhh comon its readable.
Blabbering bimbo head for the door. Com now my nut is chunky for sure. Elastic is the throat, now take that shit down. Swallow it quick three gushes you’ll drown. Giggity giggity biggity boo, step to this now my cock is for you. be black and lip like a spliff, niggers are useless, that line may have missed. Fuck you.
