If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
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October 21, 2004 by propagandhi
all i ever had. redemption song. these songs of freedom. all i ever knew. The Married Man with 2 kids kept on looking at me from across the bar. He's Okinawan by choice, I'm Okinawan by birth. The fucking Amejo was walking around like she was some good shit. Bitch please, I have more game than you'll ever have. Go straighten your teeth, and dye your hair black bitch. And please, please for the love of God, no more Curry Comments from the fucking Nihonjins. The bar was so beautiful, true ...
October 20, 2004 by propagandhi
I needed to get laid yesterday, and I did. Of course it was with some big white man with pictures of his porky pig looking wife all over the house. But it was good and I didn't have to do much work at all. He wanted me to spend the night, what is he fucking crazy? His Miss Piggy wife was everywhere, the fucker ate my ass out, licked my balls like ice cream, deep throated my cock like a hungry mole all in front of a picture of his wife. But his bed was so comfortable, why does my existence ha...
October 20, 2004 by propagandhi
I need to fuck a gringo so bad this weekend. The need is not even funny. I want to enveloped in a pool of lily white freshness, so my dirt people anxiety fades. My hair is all grown out on my face and on my head. My head looks so fucking third world. I'm thinking if I cut my hair on my face and on my hair to approximately the same level. And trim the hair on my face to look even and balanced. I'll get laid by a gringo. Perhaps I'm addicted to white loving for too many reasons that...
October 17, 2004 by propagandhi
So when I call my man. My heart beats faster, but not out of some incredible passion. It's because I know how uneasy he is. How much he'll never know how to love me the way I want him to. The way I deserve something better, but have never succeceeded in finding better. Men are so fucking retarded, and only if I was attracted to Vagina, i could let them go. Fucker, I guess I have to be there to put him in control. Are you sure your fat dad won't break the fire escape. On the corner. O...
October 16, 2004 by propagandhi
It's so fucking annoying. Go burn yourself in your flame. Why the fuck are you so nelly. Fucking A, you faggot. Get a grip on some masculine reality and stop drinking yourself down a social slide that you're never gonna raise. Your'e never gonna advance on your fucking social ladder that you have no real concept of anyways. Stop telling yourself you're beautiful. Stop lying to yourself, because when you do that, no one has the opp. to correct you. Stop being so annoying you fucking nast...
October 15, 2004 by propagandhi
The world is full of hatred and prejudice. The people who aren't are either uninformed or live in a fantasy world indefinitely.
October 14, 2004 by propagandhi
Ever think of that? Ever think of how it would feel to worship pussy, but your's is dry. Of course you don't have to bleed for nothing anymore. Or maybe your bleeding was for a reason. Maybe you weren't always as gay as you claim to be. Walks in the jappy baby daddy. With that *Kakoi* demeanor. and the 6th graders love him. he:s nice though and maybe he doesn:t know exactly how beautiful he really is. but will my soldier stand for him. who fucking Knows. tonight i swear not to lose con...
December 17, 2004 by propagandhi
Just keep him here, he'll be okay. Says the older brother figure I never had. The Chinese Xanax is kicking in over and over again And my mouth is too big for my own good. The man called twice this morning. Hes such a sweetie too accesible I suppose what the fuck is wrong with humans pets are the best they're not as evil as humans fuckers better represent Indian Wives are so cool you can treat them like shit and they never leave never leave don't tell them about your past...
December 15, 2004 by propagandhi
And the summary of all those drunken mornings bare the same essence. Living cross culturally opens your mind if you let it and only if you want it to. Those gay 2 week stints where you fall in and out of love so quick you can't even remember them. But you always remember his name. Always. Adapting to something you never thought possible. And the memories of a different world seem to close to abandon. The Sarah McDonalds in me comes out after these Chinese Xanax. And most of the fre...
December 13, 2004 by propagandhi
Can you believe he bought me a pack of cigarettes? He told me of stories of Drunk Armed Forces having wild careless 4 somes in a $20 hotel room. Of fucking the hell out of each other and the pretty boy getting the clap. "Getting the clap" as he put his hands together and made a shivering motion. Ahhh, the clap.... chlamidia. It's a bacterial infection, no big deal. The pretty boy got the clap. ha ha ha. These weekends are crazy, but replaceless. These nights we have together She ...
December 13, 2004 by propagandhi
"I'm not a fucking Marine" he tells me in a raised voice. Then he tells me stories of wanting to be with an Airforce Man because Navy always wants Airforce. He was such an easy guy to please, an expensive date, but he was cool with whatever. Totally flexible and not strongly opinionated on what to do. Not a big Butchy Boss like Billy. We would make out in Dark Corners all over central Okinawa. I knew I couldn't keep him, but he was nice to have for the day. Then I return to my loneso...
December 8, 2004 by propagandhi
the principal walks out of his two story apartment and lightly bows his head at the vice principal. they chuckle and bow at each other in a lightly flirtatious manner. he walks out in his farm boy demeanor and the vice principal continues talking to some semi disgruntled employee pretending like she gives a flying fuck. she maintains eye contact like a con artist. and the chubby chink disgruntled employee is my co worker, she works harder and gets paid less than me. but i still love he...
December 8, 2004 by propagandhi
What can validly make you feel good, and how getting addicted to it will make you a better more self-confident person and only better your life....... it took years to figure it out. But it's a job well done. now I sound like some dothead philosopher that works in the front of the walmart ever since my computer programmer son brought me to suwannee, GA. but i guess the "pieces of you" philosophy bit from Jewl rings true. After doing a good job, you feel refreshed, your life has new meaning...
December 6, 2004 by propagandhi
Ifm gonna make a mistake- Ifm gonna do it on purpose Ifm gonna waste my time Cuz Ifm full as a tick And Ifm scratching at the surface And what I find is mine And when the day is done, and I look back And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around All the advice I shunned, and I ran Where they told me not to run, but I sure Had fun, so Ifm gonna fuck it up again Ifm gonna do another detour Unpave my path And if you wanna make sense Whatcha looking at me for Ifm no good at m...
December 5, 2004 by propagandhi
Dirty Dirty Boy of Sin I am. Dirty Dirty Boy. The drunk marines are endless. The few, the not so proud says the wrinkling 35 yr ole E-4 next to me. I walk into the hall of Kamikaze happiness and the world starts spinning all of a sudden. A weekend of Chinese Xanax blows me a punch of "chilling out" and the world today is somwhat less bearable. these chinese motherfuckers are going down. don't ask me to do shit. dedicate your life to these children. I want a man. I'm so fuckin...