i usually just write random stuff in this journal space. no substance. but i was thinking, well wondering. walking through the hall ways of always(that's such a grate line i wish i'd written it first) anyway, is love a lost cause?
is there any hope of finding a woman, who is both intoxicating, a female shaped bottle of carbinated sex, and stable enough to tell the truth for more than 10 minutes at a time?
i'm not down on the oposite sex, but i have been mind fucked more than i thought possible, at least recently.
it seems like the attitudes, the eyes, the bodies, the edges, the words who turn me on, turn out to belong, to women who have a really hard time telling the the truth. the truth, about themselves, what they want, what's happened to them..... i just don't get it. i'm more than a good time, and sometimes that's no fun.
so, suicide girls, or whoever reads this: is it possible to find a someone who stimulates both mind, and body without damaging either of the 2? do people still fall in love, or do they just settle for safe?
fuck, has anyone heard a good love story recently?
is there any hope of finding a woman, who is both intoxicating, a female shaped bottle of carbinated sex, and stable enough to tell the truth for more than 10 minutes at a time?
i'm not down on the oposite sex, but i have been mind fucked more than i thought possible, at least recently.
it seems like the attitudes, the eyes, the bodies, the edges, the words who turn me on, turn out to belong, to women who have a really hard time telling the the truth. the truth, about themselves, what they want, what's happened to them..... i just don't get it. i'm more than a good time, and sometimes that's no fun.
so, suicide girls, or whoever reads this: is it possible to find a someone who stimulates both mind, and body without damaging either of the 2? do people still fall in love, or do they just settle for safe?
fuck, has anyone heard a good love story recently?