I have been black balled, kicked right out with a clean cut, at least three times this year. G-Eazy would wife it up. WHAT WAS THAT? Fuck. Black balls come fast, out of nowhere. I got Willy Wonka's golden ticket inviting me to radically change life. You may be jealous at how I sport this cancer sack. I still can taunt flirt with my own jiggly bits, but blue balls only hang from dicks. No, I am not politically correct. I am also not a part of profiting of under the disguise

This smell. Beyond clothes or skin. Repulsive. Rot lives within. Smells of false confidence, burnt smoke, dirty toke. Let me get some air. Intuitively clear. Rejection. Violence. Incoherence. That's all that lives here. The energy is stagnant, disturbing. There is a manic forcefulness that has. No Guts. No Glory. Secret. Yet strikingly exposed. Ya, Cohen is right. Everybody Knows. Eyes that can't save face. Between a Rock. And hard place. Stay clear old the Devil's den. You o

Nocturnal. Now. Notorious.  Silence. The Hunters’ Dream. Darkness. Each lazy, caressing strand of wind.. Brilliant. Awestruck. Savagely seen. Pray. Prey. Darkness awakens.Our. Internal light. Illuminated. To each their own. To each equanimity. Scents seducing, suffocating; ironically, sterilizing. Cascading with wet force. Scents just acting like thoughts. Again. There is a knowing, undeniable truth, settled into Wisdom. It's in the eyes. It's touches all of you.

My entire body is pressed against. A door. My whole weight, little heavier lately as I've added some flare to my aura. Am I the fucking handle? Truth is. I am drawn to beckoning doors. But, usually, not yet. Welcome. My right eye never sees a closed door. Dark and deep as hidden treasure. My key is that of a voyeur, And, voyeurs' key unlocks, just the...View. I am naked in this room. Mentally saddling this space. Sitting on your face. (whoa. too far.) The only light I see. I

I was 11 when I first awkwardly thrust a clutch into gear. I was 15 when my mom showed up at my high school to get my drivers license. I thought that was weird. I turned 16 on May 16, 1991. My mom was there again. Before lunch was over I had my license. It was just me, music and review mirror. I still love hitting the whip that way. Shotgun was promised to Nick, we were gonna fly. I never gave Nick a ride. Death took shotgun. Reeking of all things unfair. This was not the a

Priceless irony kneeled to rest, and, with respect. Her eyes bulge. A pair of deep, deep, blue...snake-eyed die. Today the view was new....

I am awkwardly honest. I have no idea why. Shit. Wait. That is a lie. Honesty bites through leather, rips through lace. It can be the...

You can't call me Dre. Talking in the cuts doesn't pay. Shit. I ain't got nothing to do. I am going to fuck with you. Principalities....

She was a good time. He couldn't tell time. She was the right time. He never had time. She wouldn't be a long time. He waited for the next time. She was beyond time. He couldn't save time. She escaped time. He lost time. The sand in the hourglass now makes him itch. The hourglass became a self righteous bitch. It was his last time. And, sadly, he thought he still had time. Eventually... His time began to stagger. He tried to save it in a bottle. Habitually, he swallowed today

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Twenty days left for wet T-shirt contests and scandalous displays of cleavage. Twenty more days of Titties. Five words. Fucking mouthful....

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving left a mark. I admit, I hadn't given the day much credit to begin with. My fault. I was dwelling on yet...

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