In my mind, you go walking barefoot every dawn, unshackled through great cities of other thoughts- You’ve seen the towers of self esteem that protrude and detract with situational weather; you’ve strolled past the open shop windows of lust and morality that plague my decisions and hopes muddled together, you’ve tip toed through the depression … Continue reading Getting by on self helper’s high
Shoo bop, Shoo bop Moments waiting, my baby ooh Shoo bop, Shoo bop Waiting for you is my second favorite thing to do Shoo bop, Shoo bop There’s seven billion of us I’m not special I’m sure if they all knew Shoo bop, Shoo bop Moments waiting, my baby ooh Shoo bop, Shoo bop They’d … Continue reading Motown Street Lights
Forgive me but fuck this. Shit talking all morning, mad at my employer and her employer too, mad at the weather and the fact that I left my fucking back window down and a torrential downpour made my car smell sweaty and fat and there is nothing worse in this world than being disgustingly fat … Continue reading Sporks and Skorts
6:56 AM To him via text: A speechless man is a lovely thing at times but right now is when you should tell me what it is that you need. 9:00 AM To him in my mind: Every time that I give a little bit I immediately want to pull myself back completely. I don’t … Continue reading The Typical Procession of Sunday
She’s Teasing him He’s Lying to her (He didn’t think she would but she will) She’s Inviting him He comes to hers (He didn’t think she could but she can) She’s Kissing him He’s Playing her (He didn’t think she should but she shall) She’s Stripping him He’s Suspecting her (He didn’t think he’d like … Continue reading Midwestern Midweek at Midday
It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I never usually (probably hardly ever) act like this with anyone and I want to understand it but it doesn’t really matter after all… I just need to want something else, do something else, occupy my mind with something else other than… you. It’s not your problem, it’s mine. … Continue reading трезан песник
I wanted to be seen with you, until you finally agreed to do it and now, I just want to be naked with you, at home all of the time instead. Interesting, I know. Not because I’d be embarrassed or you would be but because I don’t want to share you. I want you to … Continue reading Meat hooks
