It just comes to show, most men are cocksucking pussies. When your president has four wives, you know that this world is coming to an end. The dying breed of real men like Kurt Cobain and myself is imminent on this once great Earth of ours.
Where politics just happen to rule our fucked up standard of living as taxes get ejaculated over us, and we sit and watch this fellatio happen right in front of us.
Who are those bastards that drool over kiddie porn while at work? The same bastard that runs this fucking country. The same bastards who have the cash to tear down an orphanage. The same bastard drop-dead gorgeous women date, only to find him getting head from his assistant.
Those dicks, their not men. Their just rich boys who have their assistant faking an orgasm just to keep her job.
This is a fucked up post! I don't know where I just got this shit from...I think it's writers block...FUCK ME!!!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Hate The Word!
"I hate that word...love." She whispered, as I stood fellated by her blue eyes and Fucked by the emotions behind her statement...anal discomfort.
I don't blame her. She knew the truth and not the fucked up fairy tale that blinds our pointless reality and fucks us in the end of it all. To quote a great man once said, "All good things come to an end."
After a couple dellusional relationships one goes through, they start to wake up from the wet dream that is love and start falling into the cocksucking reality that is lust...salacious in every naughty way.
Does that make us promiscuous? No. It makes us hold on dearly to that hairy cock we call life.
I don't blame her. She knew the truth and not the fucked up fairy tale that blinds our pointless reality and fucks us in the end of it all. To quote a great man once said, "All good things come to an end."
After a couple dellusional relationships one goes through, they start to wake up from the wet dream that is love and start falling into the cocksucking reality that is lust...salacious in every naughty way.
Does that make us promiscuous? No. It makes us hold on dearly to that hairy cock we call life.
Sinking Ship
I hate you all.
It's a new era, where a woman is not judged by beauty, but by a great outlook on the fucked up society that we call home. Our country. Those bastards who see looks are cruising on a sinking ship. They can just go fellate themselves, while they wank over that woman they tried to bang in their Toyota Yaris.
Why me? I ask myself that question everytime I see her, as I take another drag from my cigarette. I hate it. The fact that she loves me, yet knows the damage of being emotionally attached to something that might not be...she deserves better.
I am bothered. It's not life that bothers me, it's not the beautiful woman I find myself performing cunnilingus on, while I think about a new Rolling Stones album. I am bothered with myself...hence my self-loathing.
But what I hate most is the fact she loves me. She will always love me, that's what she thinks, but I know one day there will be signs that she won't always love me, I think about this as I drown in my pussy filled pride.
It's a new era, where a woman is not judged by beauty, but by a great outlook on the fucked up society that we call home. Our country. Those bastards who see looks are cruising on a sinking ship. They can just go fellate themselves, while they wank over that woman they tried to bang in their Toyota Yaris.
Why me? I ask myself that question everytime I see her, as I take another drag from my cigarette. I hate it. The fact that she loves me, yet knows the damage of being emotionally attached to something that might not be...she deserves better.
I am bothered. It's not life that bothers me, it's not the beautiful woman I find myself performing cunnilingus on, while I think about a new Rolling Stones album. I am bothered with myself...hence my self-loathing.
But what I hate most is the fact she loves me. She will always love me, that's what she thinks, but I know one day there will be signs that she won't always love me, I think about this as I drown in my pussy filled pride.
The Harder Question
There's nothing more exciting than meeting your girlfriends ex and making him look like an ass.
While doing so, I grab her ass, not squeezing it like a fucking melon, but just enough to show him I own it.
But I guess the harder question is, why the male species is so willing to degrade its female counterpart by making her live by his standards while he makes-out with her so-called best friend in that very same spot you had your first kiss before he was the bastard he is today.
While doing so, I grab her ass, not squeezing it like a fucking melon, but just enough to show him I own it.
But I guess the harder question is, why the male species is so willing to degrade its female counterpart by making her live by his standards while he makes-out with her so-called best friend in that very same spot you had your first kiss before he was the bastard he is today.
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