Choices, choices choices.
Blind faith? Failure! Usually works.Cruel and unusual punishment if you ask me.
That my good friend, is a world I could never hope to penetrate. I've seen it. I've read all about the tears, the joy.
I'm poor white trash. Always have been. Always will be. The only tears I know are ones inflicted upon me from a balding woman with cancer and a loaded .45 next to the bed.. The joy we knew was the day she left our house and went back to the mental hospital. I know about hiding with my brother in a crawl space praying to God she wouldn't find us. Jokes right? Dare to fucking dream..
So, penetration. The male/female role... She has a hole, he's supposed to fill it. Ohhhh not so fast dirty bird. Not like that. But, it is like that. Right? Shouldn't that be the other way around? Is that allowed?
What is it about a penis that just screams agression? I think the whole chemical make up thing is just a crutch. Does anyone honestly believe that men don't need the same thing women do? It's all hair to me. Hair in weird places, and the luxury to stand when I piss.
Sometimes, we just want to be made to feel like we're the only person that exists in your eyes. We're all that matters. Whether it's a big dirty 3 hours animal sexcapade that destorys half your home, or, talking on the phone. Oh wait, men aren't allowed to say that. I must be gay.
I'm still male. I still want to kill anything that looks at you sideways. Don't cross me, don't look at her. And we're fine. I want to pick fights with most people because I'm straight up one angry motherfucker. I can love something till my heart exploed and the bile runs dry, but I fucking dare you to say a word to me that I don't want to hear. I want to drink beer alone in the corner bar and fight back any inkling of displayed weakness that tries to come up.
Rawr. Meat. Pillage. Fire. Grrr.Kill. Gather, and so on.
The day I finally let it go, I win. Ha! Two words gone from this vocabulary. Let. Go. Too fucking stupid for my own good.
Blind faith? Failure! Usually works.Cruel and unusual punishment if you ask me.
That my good friend, is a world I could never hope to penetrate. I've seen it. I've read all about the tears, the joy.
I'm poor white trash. Always have been. Always will be. The only tears I know are ones inflicted upon me from a balding woman with cancer and a loaded .45 next to the bed.. The joy we knew was the day she left our house and went back to the mental hospital. I know about hiding with my brother in a crawl space praying to God she wouldn't find us. Jokes right? Dare to fucking dream..
So, penetration. The male/female role... She has a hole, he's supposed to fill it. Ohhhh not so fast dirty bird. Not like that. But, it is like that. Right? Shouldn't that be the other way around? Is that allowed?
What is it about a penis that just screams agression? I think the whole chemical make up thing is just a crutch. Does anyone honestly believe that men don't need the same thing women do? It's all hair to me. Hair in weird places, and the luxury to stand when I piss.
Sometimes, we just want to be made to feel like we're the only person that exists in your eyes. We're all that matters. Whether it's a big dirty 3 hours animal sexcapade that destorys half your home, or, talking on the phone. Oh wait, men aren't allowed to say that. I must be gay.
I'm still male. I still want to kill anything that looks at you sideways. Don't cross me, don't look at her. And we're fine. I want to pick fights with most people because I'm straight up one angry motherfucker. I can love something till my heart exploed and the bile runs dry, but I fucking dare you to say a word to me that I don't want to hear. I want to drink beer alone in the corner bar and fight back any inkling of displayed weakness that tries to come up.
Rawr. Meat. Pillage. Fire. Grrr.Kill. Gather, and so on.
The day I finally let it go, I win. Ha! Two words gone from this vocabulary. Let. Go. Too fucking stupid for my own good.
allonblack:
I'm going to go throw up now.