I have seen society.
The blackest void, so sickening
you’d gouge your eyes just not to see
what’s become of you, or me.
My heart is torn, my throat is shredded.
Count the women that I’ve bedded,
for what’s the point in being wedded?
For paper love is soon regretted.
We were meant to be alive.
Not enslaved in fabrications of the contrived
reality before us, denied
of the very essence of oneness in this life
with the lives of everything and everyone
we see and feel to preserve this unnecessary strife.
I finally installed my car stereo after having it for a month and not having the money for the wiring harness & mounting kit for it.
Goddamn it sounds so sweet.
Simply accepting that I will never understand why women do some of the things they do.
when your parents walk in when a sex scene is on
i was just posing sensually when the camera turned on by itself i am not a model
The older I get the more I seem to understand this