everything appears to be revolutionizing, almost fashioning into some mutated state of differentiation. management it is what I do, yet it's done with out preference. as if i had any decision around the constant changing world. amusing almost to imagine because if it were authentic I would be a god.

This brings me massive panic. It’s unexplainable, simply impossible, possible creatively incredible, whatever it is it’s defiantly becoming incomprehensible.

Missing her until the sunrise commences, yet missing her until it descends as well. Always forgetting about never winning, never getting what you want, “But mommy I want it! I want it” “if you don’t quite down you’ll get no ice cream at all.” Honestly, kids can be such little fucking monsters. Relatively so can I and it would appear I’m doing so, ( Read more... )

Normally I wouldn't let my curiosity get carried away with myself so straightforwardly, but after all her young juvenile luscious ass was just begging for a delightful fingering. Oh how my cock would pulsate with juice when i pictured a squirmy petite finger forcing it's way through her diapers then penetrating every last existing trace of her self ( Read more... )

I was suddenly aroused from my deep slumber and that’s when I spotted her nudity as a sniper would see his target. At first her bareback was only visual, clearly I noticed it’s smooth innocence, but then I became carried away with my curiosity. I pulled myself close towards her body, first touching our upper bodies, then smelling her hair. It ( Read more... )

he called her " the ball and chain" psh, he just doesn't get it.. I’m the type of person who enjoys my close female companion. i like to do drugs with her and walk aimlessly around inside a church and talk about nothing important. this makes me anti-social in sir Alex fuck heads book, it's not my fault his girlfriend was a ball and chain ( Read more... )

another update for the books... Jesus I really need to find something better to be doing then this ( Read more... )

my loneliness is corrupting my mentality once again… it’s nothing practically new, for I’ve always realized being alone just isn’t my cup of tea.. hmmm tea, I remember this one bitch I dated found intense enjoyment in tea amongst other bitchy like qualities.. which reminds me.. i can't believe someone would try to destroy somebody else’s ( Read more... )

i have nothing really important to report... except bloood came out of my ass yesturday...

i fell into a deep sleep last night. of course it's not hard to do so when you've just finished a 5th of cheap whisky. anyhow, i had a screwed up dream..i'm not really in the typing mood so i'll get to the point.. i had sex with my sister, but it wasn't my sister in real life, just my "dream-life-sister" for some reason she didn't have a spine too