ANOTHER HAZY AUGUST...
...AND SOMEWHERE UPON: THE CAT CRIES OF THE SUBURBIA WASTELAND...THE CITY NEVER DIES AT NIGHT AND STREETS GO ON LIKE THEY'RE WAITING TO END...
...and this is truly another broken August for me...wasted away over another red head...only, this time the pain is different: last year it was a lover, this time it is over a friend (although some cam-on-cam foreplay took place)...one had guts and the other had brains...
...YET AGAIN, i am feeling the rapture: those eating habits and drinking habits are changing again and those annoying buzzing florescent lights are making me all dizzy at work with the breath in my mouth flavored with the last night's suds.
...BUT LAST AUGUST WAS A LOT DIFFERENT: turned a "sonic" tooth-brush into a vibrating sex toy...wrote a poem on her star-red speckled back during what still seems to be the No. 1 thrill on my sex list besides watching her get off on me doing the "dry method " using baby powder to raise my umbrella. She goes on my number one list of wild sex acts:making love on the floor of my music room while listening to Idaho...writing crazy ass stuff on the sliding glass doors of my jacuzzi...allowing me to shave her parts bald and watching her turn to rain...
...THIS TIME AROUND, IT IS MORE INNOCENT because her music taste sort of sucks. But it makes me dig her deeper, because in some ways i truly want to corrupt her. AND..i do in a way because she all of the sudden likes Marilyn Manson and then she dyes her hair black and it really makes me all sort of cat-like mad because her red hair is gone and it's like taking the dark out of the night and turning it into some oriental dish and it sort of upsets me to think that i never made it with an Asian...
...SO...my thoughts are all diverse at the present time...this August hazy sunshine makes me want to move to another city, another state or another country at this time...just want to go somewhere where my face is unknown and the trees are at breeze with the wicked at night...
...AND SOMEWHERE UPON: THE CAT CRIES OF THE SUBURBIA WASTELAND...THE CITY NEVER DIES AT NIGHT AND STREETS GO ON LIKE THEY'RE WAITING TO END...
...and this is truly another broken August for me...wasted away over another red head...only, this time the pain is different: last year it was a lover, this time it is over a friend (although some cam-on-cam foreplay took place)...one had guts and the other had brains...
...YET AGAIN, i am feeling the rapture: those eating habits and drinking habits are changing again and those annoying buzzing florescent lights are making me all dizzy at work with the breath in my mouth flavored with the last night's suds.
...BUT LAST AUGUST WAS A LOT DIFFERENT: turned a "sonic" tooth-brush into a vibrating sex toy...wrote a poem on her star-red speckled back during what still seems to be the No. 1 thrill on my sex list besides watching her get off on me doing the "dry method " using baby powder to raise my umbrella. She goes on my number one list of wild sex acts:making love on the floor of my music room while listening to Idaho...writing crazy ass stuff on the sliding glass doors of my jacuzzi...allowing me to shave her parts bald and watching her turn to rain...
...THIS TIME AROUND, IT IS MORE INNOCENT because her music taste sort of sucks. But it makes me dig her deeper, because in some ways i truly want to corrupt her. AND..i do in a way because she all of the sudden likes Marilyn Manson and then she dyes her hair black and it really makes me all sort of cat-like mad because her red hair is gone and it's like taking the dark out of the night and turning it into some oriental dish and it sort of upsets me to think that i never made it with an Asian...
...SO...my thoughts are all diverse at the present time...this August hazy sunshine makes me want to move to another city, another state or another country at this time...just want to go somewhere where my face is unknown and the trees are at breeze with the wicked at night...
" wrote a poem on her star-red speckled back during what still seems to be the No. 1 thrill on my sex list besides watching her get off on me doing the "dry method " using baby powder to raise my umbrella. She goes on my number one list of wild sex acts: making love on the floor of my music room while listening to Idaho...writing crazy ass stuff on the sliding glass doors of my jacuzzi...allowing me to shave her parts bald and watching her turn to rain..." -- P.S. I love the imagery in that last bit.
Over her sad musical taste? Why do they test us with the likes of MM....Why?
Arrgghhh!!!! I'd say.. wear earplugs and wait for the dye job to grown out.