I'm in a poem type of mood so I'll start off with something poetic and heartfelt...
They were rushing into the rain
Scrambling manicured fingers
Tinkling keys
Damp blood red hair
Christian Grey style tresses
Pearly whites
Coach umbrellas
No time to waste
Bright Bentley headlights
Monarch
Dinner for two
"Fucking rich ass whores..."
Mumbled the bitter poet from her sheet-less bed
Okay so maybe that wasn't much of a poem but as said by Jerry from the show Rick and Morty, "Life is effort and I'll stop when I die!" I apologize for the pessimistic topic and slightly suicidal undertones in my last update. I was having a near crippling existential crisis, but I am loads (semen...just kidding) better and I am ready to continue on with this piece of literary night soil, which we all know is just a fancy, less vulgar way of saying SHIT.
Now, I really don't know what to say I'm kind of rambling... Oh yeah, SEX. We all do it. Though, I guess I should specifically exclude virgins, asexuals, children, and some religious folk who suppress their freaky side, to avoid any controversy. Not about that confrontational life so don't hurt yourself on the way out of my section 8 apartment with that ish... I'm just keeping it real.
If I missed anybody you needn't be pissy, leave me a comment and I'll add your name to the list of those lacking in sexual stimulation. And if you just plain don't have working gents, I'll add a cute Dora sticker by your name so you feel special.
xoxo
