The gears of time clank away as they turn, locking into the next notch. Clank, clank, clank. Stupid time, you noisy fuck. Don't you know people are trying to concentrate.
Geez time, maybe you could be a little more considerate of your surroundings.
Getting locked in the notches is never good, but it always almost happens. People try and reach their potential, but most get swept up in bullshit positions.
I don't want to play what if, that game sucks. I always lose. I don't want to meet anymore "interesting" people I won't care about in 30 minutes. People disappoint, and bore the shit out of me by and large. I can spot character flaws as if they were blinking red lights at the end of their noses.
"I have been climbing in France and feeding the poor in Europe for the summer, all the while banging super models between photo shoots"
"Well I have been playing video games and watching prime time television after work, so there"
Am I supposed to be nice, and pretend not to notice how much I hate these fucking people?
Is it so bad to be comfortable with where I am? Am I supposed to want to climb tall shit and fuck my way to some crotch rotting disease?
Okay enough of that, here is my fun intro to a story I will never finish-
Dripping with sweat, I wiped my brow on her breast so I could still see the pulsing colors on her face.
Geez time, maybe you could be a little more considerate of your surroundings.
Getting locked in the notches is never good, but it always almost happens. People try and reach their potential, but most get swept up in bullshit positions.
I don't want to play what if, that game sucks. I always lose. I don't want to meet anymore "interesting" people I won't care about in 30 minutes. People disappoint, and bore the shit out of me by and large. I can spot character flaws as if they were blinking red lights at the end of their noses.
"I have been climbing in France and feeding the poor in Europe for the summer, all the while banging super models between photo shoots"
"Well I have been playing video games and watching prime time television after work, so there"
Am I supposed to be nice, and pretend not to notice how much I hate these fucking people?
Is it so bad to be comfortable with where I am? Am I supposed to want to climb tall shit and fuck my way to some crotch rotting disease?
Okay enough of that, here is my fun intro to a story I will never finish-
Dripping with sweat, I wiped my brow on her breast so I could still see the pulsing colors on her face.