I am sexless
I am listless
I am a barnacle
I fuck myself
Sometimes I'd like nothing more than to fuck my hand.

Little porkchops so eager for a new sun. Jumping onto a 20 foot or so shuttle, driving to their ultimate demise. Toy soldiers. All lined up ( Read more... )

Stumble drunkenly. See how far you can push it. Just to know you can. Drop the bomb. Drop ten bombs.

INCEST. YEAH. AUSTIN INCEST. IT SHOULD BE A NEW FUCKIN SHOW. IT WOULD SELL SO WELL. THINK ABOUT IT. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME. I KNOW HIM, THAT HE KNOWS YOU, THAT WE KNOW WE, THAT YOU KNOW YOURSELF, BUT WE ALL KNOW HIM, HIM AND HER. LET'S MAKE 4 LEGGED CHILDREN.

In the past week I have ( Read more... )

She told me a ring-finger longer than the index meant a promiscuous boy.

I'm a photographer for the Navy less than 2 hours outside of Seattle on 3 sister islands with a 2 mile bridge by the name of "Deceiver's Pass" where a redwood forest abruptly stops and cliffs off into the sea with migrating whales below. I hit the jackpot. Be my pen pal again and I'll send you random things ( Read more... )

My fist is killing me, I threw my arm out of socket, my foot is a bit swollen, my pants are covered in mud. Not gonna lie- fuck, that was fun.

I had a dream we were in the forests of Wyoming. We followed the train tracks home because it was faster. A quaint bridge hung above us and the tracks, when from under it 4 wolves came running after us. You didn't make it. They tore you to shreds. I found a rock to throw, scared off 2 and smashed the others. Not sure it had any meaning at all ( Read more... )

"When you lie in your bed
And you lie to yourself"