Troy again?

I'd like to know when the light at the end of the tunnel begins for you.

good

I can't take this roller coaster but I have faith in things.

You are invincible.

That is bad when one cries and laughs, my mom used to do the same thing. When I did it I ended a book with that scene.

Jungle fever? My first two lovers were both black girls, one I made a child with. The first one that I lost my virginity to was a ballet dancer who wrote better poetry than me and I was a great writer at the time; but women don't really follow through, they prove an ability and stop doing what they are doing, it was not like she wrote shit loads, but was satisfied with the few handful of poems she pumped out. It was vampire sex, the day upon losing my virginity; we started in the early evening, I had Snapple Mango Madness and General Tso's chicken, and I always remember my virginity meal or drink, it brings me back to that rainy day, rain just pouring down as I pumped into her, it was the first time I was provided with pussy but I knew what to do with it, after fucking her for awhile, I found her G-spot and she ripped the sheets in ecstasy - she had a rather large pussy though, as if she stretched it out on a bed post, and broke her pussy, yet somehow I still filled her up.

I never know if I ever lived before, but for me to find the G-spot in the first 5 minutes of being given pussy for the first time at 27, with no preparation at all, I still found the source, so it might mean I have lived before, because no one ever told me about that spot, but I was right there on it. No one told me about the male G-spot either, and I found that too, electricians know about that spot, because it sort of shorts out the body, and you are basically screwed for a long time.

The other black girl had cigarette burns all over her mattress, and she was full, crappy poetry, but at least she had money. I was a gigolo and she was my sugar momma. She was quite drunk when I went to her house for the first time. She sat on the toilet and dragged her shoe on the bathroom floor like a witch every 20 minutes or so, I felt like fucking but she was totally out of it. When we had entered her domain, she had a latex dress on her bed and I laid down on it because I am like a raccoon, am into shiny things, and then when she disappeared into the rest room, I donned the dress out of boredom, and I popped on some bikini competition pay per view and busted a nut. I fucked her many times, as I was young and with no money I had to satisfy the sugar momma, as she took me around in the prime of my life and did Manhattan. She had full coverage of hair but she liked to take it up the ass, and her hair tried to cover every spot, but right in the back of her head there was a bald spot, right where if you take something large into your butt you get a bald spot, so she liked it in the ass.

I knew I was going to fuck her, I went to get a condom because I had to con the dome, but when she came out of the bathroom I had stuck the condom under a pillow because I didn't want to be so forward that she would know that I knew I was going to fuck her because as with women, if you assume something, then they take it away from you, just as love is something that must continually be proven, as if we are so insecure, that we need constant efforts to point our heads in their direction. So when it came time to have sex, I couldn't find the condom that I had unwrapped, and the last lover was stupid, fucking her in the ass, and then putting it in the pussy, so that I had e coli on my entrance into her, and then I got poisoned with her ass slime in her pussy, and when I walked away from her house later that night, I knew something was wrong when I saw she lived on Hemlock street in Brooklyn, and Hemlock is what killed Socrates. I lost a lot of hair from that, golden hair arching down spinning in spirals, filling the floor at the bottom of my steps. All because I knew you can never assume anything with a woman, that even though it had been a fine night, and I made it back to her bed that I couldn't even lay a condom out letting her know I was going to enter her in the old fashioned way, because as soon as you assume something about a woman they take away the assumption that you had because all they know about love, as women, is that the harder the game of love, the stronger the love, so women will always make it difficult for you to get into their pants, because that is game and coy, and that makes for better loving. Men like this complexity of the love game too, it seems like one recognizes when it gets complicated it means you are involved, and involved is nice, it means you can safely enter her. But all this advanced mind fucking of women making it difficult, just for the sake of synchronicity that the union is love, really goes against the man's effort to totally satisfy her. All women have to do is lie there and take it, and men have to be prepared - hold on a sec

I guess romance is dead?

Long before I started working I knew the workforce was full of cutthroat people and others who try to one up each others problems. For example, you could have a dying mother, your coworkers and manager might feel for you, but the company itself will not care one bit that your loved ones are dying. At least that's how it is where I work. Here you could take time off for mourning and have a coworker cover for you, but in the end they're likely to penalize you anyway just simply because you're missing time at work and they do not care about what you're going through.

Never mind the fact that I get mediocre hours, I work for people who can be cool but are insensitive nonetheless.

Work is good, otherwise be an artist.

Arak_Drakoniz wrote:

Long before I started working I knew the workforce was full of cutthroat people and others who try to one up each others problems. For example, you could have a dying mother, your coworkers and manager might feel for you, but the company itself will not care one bit that your loved ones are dying. At least that's how it is where I work. Here you could take time off for mourning and have a coworker cover for you, but in the end they're likely to penalize you anyway just simply because you're missing time at work and they do not care about what you're going through. Never mind the fact that I get mediocre hours, I work for people who can be cool but are insensitive nonetheless.

That's part of the problem with our world. Parents that have to work to take care of their children but if they have to call off a day for a sick child, they're penalized for it. But if they leave the child home alone, they're possibly penalized for it, depending on the child's age. OR, the child is old enough, is left home alone, something horrible happens, and the parent is charged with negligence or neglect.

We're cold-hearted if we don't care about our loved ones but we're punished for doing just that.

Edited to add not our world as not every country is like this.

I was looking forward to going abroad soon, BUT NO, my friend keeps being poor, I should just fuck off somewhere on my own and dwell in a cave

Happy Easter!

Hate crimes are sickening

I WISH ALL THE GG MEMBERS WOULD COME BACK OR IF DAV AIN'T GONNA BOTHER THEN CLOSE THIS SITE.

The stomach has papillae that absorbs nutrients, they are cute grooves in the stomach, and enzymes from the liver flow through the bloodstream, and the vitamin key attaches to the enzyme to activate it to digest; maybe it is good not to eat, so that the vitamin keys and the enzymes have a chance to regroup?

My family is the same way--They treat me like I am an idiot..know how you feel up there....

Nah.

I ain't P.O.'ed.

Not for years, actually.

Growing up, I *used* to have A *BAAAAAD* Temper, actually (Bad Impatience too).

Embarrassing.

But eventually, it finally faded away more and more and more. Yeah.


XD


P.S. Unfortunately, I am NOT immune to Annoyance.

Irritation happens maybe 2-3 Times a year.

Getting Mad maybe every few years.

Angry? Shit...10 years ago?

Enraged? Decades ago. Ha. XD

I forgot this website existed until someone tried resetting my password lmao it's been like a year. Why even try to access my account? What would anyone get out of that? Weird motherfuckers.

Anyway fuck working retail.

My ex just started fucking my next door neighbor who I used to call my friend smh