A THOUSAND WORMS....
...all blue paint comes alive when i'm circling around like little brush strokes...dreaming of a dinner smashed up like saltines...fed to the birds like a fresh flesh bite of worms in the earth's fresh vagina...i am just coming in...drifting about the tank world...swimming away...a sperm.
i am thirty something...never had a girl-friend...those girls that i held naked were just a bunch of females...yes, they were girls...but they were never my friends...
...even when she told me, "man, your the one" and i let that little red head of mine let loose inside of her...things were done when i finally spoke my mind...a girl "friend" she never was...when i let those words run loose of mine, she suddenly ran away...
...man is not a bird...i am capturing these words freely as i think, i was never married, i never had a girl-friend...got fucked around a hundred times and screwed over like a thousand worms...
...those girls that still remain friends of mine never fucked me once.
