heart beats

u = u, air = air, u =\= air. OR sztama, nie rama

ur not the reason i live

ull never be bc that's stupid and boring (imagine having no hobbies and stuff. pf XD)

but ud be nice to feast on

man

ud be nice to feast on.

and to share sweet moments with and all that sappy bullshit

and then ud be gone before me and id be kinda sad as fuck

(Maybe. Or Maybe Not. it's a question to be answered.)

such is life

i make u into a perfect god

ur impossible. how would u function, so perfect?

so unflawed.

i'll get inside ur mind

clean up the mess culture has made in there and

i'll fail, i know this

but

that's bc i won't even try. i'll accept that as a fact and give up from the start.

bc im w chuj aka masywnie tired and just Done. do me now. i can't even be bothered to t[h]rust.

i'll let u go.

i'll let u play.

i'll let u fuck with other men. (I'll make u. u want to, u just think it's wrong. -_-)

i'll play a fun game, by nature's rules.

we'll meet up at the end of the day and tell

what we liked, disliked, and felt.

it'll be too much for me to care abt so i'll just nod and inside go: YOLO kurwa.

i'll pull you into a hot triangle

maybe more. find somebody?

you're not my air, baby, i can breathe without u. u just make breathing more fun.

and i'll tell u that without rhymes. i'll not try to make it pretty. u know what they don't say:

real men don't like it pretty. real men like it hot and hard.

what if we don't agree? what if we don't click?

then we'll part ways and let it be. life's not a race/competition/war/yadda yadda (<-- i'm kinda giving that phrase a new meaning. LANGUAGE EVOLVES, BITCH. That's the way. U don't wanna keep it stale; grandmas are not sexy, they're saggy everywhere and they stink), life's an experience. why limit experience

by all the shit culture tells us is "correct".

we must listen to our nature. that quiet, potent voice that's still there, in the background...

what's it telling u?

don't try to hear; just: listen.

listen to the inner howls...

we'll go free. no commitment. no naive vows.

commitment is for sheep. we're wolves. we

go by nature's rules, not by some shepherd's bullshit.

we're smart. we know how to keep a bond

stronger than a silly paper and a cheesy ring

nature knows no bounds, it continuously evolves

we put no bounds on it. we SURRENDER.

we go in packs, too. not in pairs.

full and complete as we are, each on his own,

but stronger as a pack.

we're wolves

but not bc it's kurwa trendy or whatever bullshit. we're wolves [with improvements]

bc we know what that means - not bc we like sexy wild furries.

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Wczoraj czuł jak nonsens/pokawałkowany/chaos/rifkkckjdhfkfhgohegdjf. Dziś dodałem do niego coś i nagle zrobił sens jako całość. Wciąż jest messy tho. Tak w chuj że aż mam ubaw. No i fajnie :D

I feel tho like it could have been written better: scratch everything, write again. Or maybe I'll wanna add sth later on. Hm. It just doesn't quite hit the spot. The message is there, the form is... wonky. Oh well. C'est la vie.