An Inappropriate Look...

I figured that all this talk about being alone in my - over exaggerated - cold world isn't as bad as I was led to believe. I blame all the narcissisticic junkies out there. Oh yeah, I also couldn't endure the whole, "cutting down", thing ...some people just live for this shit. So do you, dear reader...this is where you put your middle finger in the air, like a gangster in those gangbang porno flicks. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the motions, but I feared it would land me in bed with your grandmothers niece...

It is a cold world, but sometimes you just gotta go the extra mile, by cuddling with a lesbian just to hibernate yourself through the winter. Sounds a little like a long stretch, but these things really happen. I couldn't find a femme fatale to keep warm on, but hey, I'm still checking out the waitress in the cafe I happen to be typing this in. I can also say, Corner Cafe in Monument Park has some good coffee and the fact that I can wake 'n bake on a Saturday and feed some fuckin' munchies makes it all the much more enjoyable.

However, we can't forget that it's actually a cold world and our asses are freezing. So I must ask; what drives to carry on? Is it the hope of discovering a Kama Sutra book inside the Vatican? Is it that light that helps you believe you're still gonna get your lover to go down on you, after a nasty break-up? Pehaps, you hope to rule the world like most of us in the cold world...and it just feels like the beginning?

You can do whatever the fuck you want, okay? It is said to possess a beautiful after life...or something like that. Just please remember your reasons. Remember your reasons and you'll never find yourself being probed by Karma's shlong.

By the way, your grandmother's niece's bed isn't that bad and she does have an amazing body...you have quite a wild family.

A Suicide Note To "Her"

I always thought I'd win her back after a few years. I thought we were destined to rule the world together; just her and I against this cold world, but I was wrong. All this time, I was simply being played a fool by my own imagination. Ignorance is truly bliss.

I had always looked down on those poor souls who couldn't move on from their former better halves, without the thought of taking a peek at my own reflection on the muddy waters I had drowned myself in. Ironic, that I'd give advice to those around me on how not to dwell on former lovers and not care to give head to mother nature's law of attraction. I should've known it would all come down to this...something a lot more painful than the after sex sadness a prison inmate would get after dropping the soap: "I want nothing to do with you, Linda," she said, stretching out each syllable for me to hear...to get the message in my intoxicated skull.

She was always the type of dame who enjoyed the sexual banter, innuendos and anecdotes that I threw her way. She was the type of woman, I'd contemplate a "happily-ever-after" with. She was the type of lady, I'd make sweet love with, to old LP's of the Beetles, Rolling Stones and many more. The type of girl, a little kid wouldn't jerk off to, but write poems about.

She used to be the ocean my ship and its crew would sail, through treacherous storms in an attempt to find the treasures which lay beneath its waters. Now, my crew is dead and my ship has been sunk. I'm stranded on an island with nothing, but drugs, porn and music which only makes me cry for more. I did everything could, but she has still brought me to my knees.

That said, I'd like to wish her good luck on all her future endeavours and let her know that this will be the last she hears me cry her name to Aphrodite (the Goddess of Love). Goodbye...