July 2010
24 posts
Watchinception. 16 days.
“who ever says money is the root of all evil, doesn’t have any”
June 2010
83 posts
do i fight it?
do you?
do you run from yourself when yourself is the sea
when yourself is the cause of fascist tyranny.
when you tell yourself to embrace the filth you see.
when all around you is pure and free..
i will never say that i cower away from me.
because there is no judgment in apathy
take the time to eat the soul of all the flesh that feast take a slise of bread covered in brains and holy grain wheat. step onto tron and the flat side of the world we cannot see jump through the hole of computers and intelligence and of a legacy we’ve got no time for the bite got no time for a fight got no time for a sin got no time to step within. hes just covered in the grim he...
are we really in a cultural golden age? →
loved this. thank you for saying what i’ve always wanted to.
isn't it a little pathetic
crying on facebook if i dont txt you back?
i woulnd't say calling a woman a broad is a bad...
you women only broad..en my horizons.
“you can’t beat death. but you can beat death in life.”
– charles bukowski. from “the laughing heart”
we were lost in a ghetto. i grew up in areas such as this, and i had to keep reassuring her it isnt how it is on the screen. it’s not a warzone, someone will not leap across the street, straight though the mothafuckin window, and tear me limb form limb while running a train through her. i got dirty looks from the latinos and blacks that we slowly drove by, because she was white. mostly...
greed sex power and all in between the glorious... →
“there is no good or bad, only our thinking makes it so.”
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"knives in the city"
i’m walking with my girl down the street. we’re on our way to the finest hookah bar we’ve been too thus far. “we are not getting coconut.” “sorry?” i say it again so she hears me, “i told you baby, no more coconut.” she pouts, “but then what else we going to have.” the night city air is dark, and the lack of street lights on...
"filth"
“oh god.” for the last ten minutes…well to be honest half hour now…these words of blasphemy have hypnotically rang in my ears from her lips. her breath is heavy, heavy has the damp darkness that covers over our body. the whiskey sweats through our pores as my soar tired ass, soar and tired from all the other fucking this week, thrusts. my cock is loud with quivering...
just came home from seeing Chloe and it's safe to...
amanda seyfried gave me a boner.
a mayweather pacquiao fight nearly finalized →
oh god let it be true.
take you out the back room lay down fall in love looking up at me, looking up above. cant catch your breath cause i wont let you when i make the entrance you gasp brand new. breathe out slowly flcik out your tongue dont lose control we’ve only just begun. sweat causing madness sweat erasing friction sweat trailing river against your sinful skin. dark hair falling all around me...
men aint men. (balls)
…where’s it all gone?
To start off, there are those who scream and beat there shaven chest, and spread there pea-cock (see what i did there) feathers, and try to behave like they are “real men.” Hil fucking arious.
First off leather boots, jeans, big belt buckles, cigar, lots of rings, chains, big loud engines, fucking long stares and crushed up faces dont make...
men aint men. (troy duffy)
troy duffy. is that third kind of “man”. i’ve discussed the wimpey artsy woman-like man, then i’ve talked about the over the top hyper masucline fucking idiots. troy duffy is that last kind of man i’ve been trying to classify. the fucking, soft, rolley polley fucking ollie jackoff. the kind of ass that’s flipped fucking burgers for a month, and thinks he now...
been a while did you miss you baby have you missed insanicrazy. thats the word you used when i slip and slide. it’s been too long since i took that ride. it’s the time for anarchy to run in the streets for all the rhythmic harp strings to bust from the bass of the beat its time for me to lead a revolution an uprising of filthy filthy fun. i can fuck again and i’m not gonna...
sorry but as far as i'm concerned.
boondock saints was good but still overrated, and the second sucks ass.
Manny Pacquiao awarded BWAA Fighter of the Year... →
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