i got to thinkin' on the bus yesterday:
my job is like finding a mediocre sex partner after just having had a really hot one.
like, you can be fucking this dude who is really great at making you come. and you fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and you're always satisfied, until being completely satisfied becomes the norm & it ain't no thang (ha ha, i'm white!) but then this stud that you're fucking leaves town or whatever, so you find a new guy. and the new guy is hot and you have fun with him in bed, but no matter what he does, he just can't get you off. so you hump, sometimes all damn night, but you never have an orgasm and eventually you get frustrated as hell... but then... then... after you're just about to throw in the towel, mediocre stud pulls some fantastical move and you come so hard that it shakes the walls. then you sigh, and you lay there like jello, staining the sheets. and all the pressure is off for a while.
... and you're back to loving your job.
yeah, my job is LIKE that...
and i made myself giggle and smirk on the bus. a transit nut! the bus is strange. like an assylum for the not-quite certifiable, myself included... sometimes.
then i saw this dude:
he was all decked out. right? a walking stick. too tight pants with colorful socks pulled up over the ankles. a backpack stuffed to the brim with who knows what. and key chains! key chains hanging all over his pack, they were colorful and cool to look at, til i realized that they were all the same. the sun was setting, and the say was pouring rain, but this dude was wearing dark attitude glasses. good.
so, dude gets on the max, but doesn't sit down even though there are plenty of places for him to plop his ass. instead, he goes over to the wheel chair section and, standing the whole while, grabs on to one of the yellow bars and starts wiggling about. spasmadicaly. it was like he had died, only to come back to life and rediscover the sensation of being. like he wanted to feel life connecting with body and universe.
he was probably just eccentric, but it made me smile nonetheless.
...my bike is parked outside of the library. there were some shady ass motherfuckers out there... i have a feeling its gonna get jacked...
my job is like finding a mediocre sex partner after just having had a really hot one.
like, you can be fucking this dude who is really great at making you come. and you fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and you're always satisfied, until being completely satisfied becomes the norm & it ain't no thang (ha ha, i'm white!) but then this stud that you're fucking leaves town or whatever, so you find a new guy. and the new guy is hot and you have fun with him in bed, but no matter what he does, he just can't get you off. so you hump, sometimes all damn night, but you never have an orgasm and eventually you get frustrated as hell... but then... then... after you're just about to throw in the towel, mediocre stud pulls some fantastical move and you come so hard that it shakes the walls. then you sigh, and you lay there like jello, staining the sheets. and all the pressure is off for a while.
... and you're back to loving your job.
yeah, my job is LIKE that...
and i made myself giggle and smirk on the bus. a transit nut! the bus is strange. like an assylum for the not-quite certifiable, myself included... sometimes.
then i saw this dude:
he was all decked out. right? a walking stick. too tight pants with colorful socks pulled up over the ankles. a backpack stuffed to the brim with who knows what. and key chains! key chains hanging all over his pack, they were colorful and cool to look at, til i realized that they were all the same. the sun was setting, and the say was pouring rain, but this dude was wearing dark attitude glasses. good.
so, dude gets on the max, but doesn't sit down even though there are plenty of places for him to plop his ass. instead, he goes over to the wheel chair section and, standing the whole while, grabs on to one of the yellow bars and starts wiggling about. spasmadicaly. it was like he had died, only to come back to life and rediscover the sensation of being. like he wanted to feel life connecting with body and universe.
he was probably just eccentric, but it made me smile nonetheless.
...my bike is parked outside of the library. there were some shady ass motherfuckers out there... i have a feeling its gonna get jacked...
I have lots going on and several drawings that I'm late on. Including that other one you asked me to draw up. Tell me whatchoo want with the heart.... or I could just wing it.
And for some reason this journal entry makes me feel funny in the pants.