My sister is down with the program. How funny. She's chill like that. What a predicament I'm in a beatiful man, my sister torn between the two. Gosh I wonder whats gonna win. A beatiful man. God I think I fucking love him. You're my man for now Can't no one else touch you he says Nobody else I dont know what I'm gonna do when you cut your hair he says and the shower love making was so hot and we're so natural together peace

The Sex is Amazing The Chemistry Great The Dialouge Dramatic What's a Man supposed to do? Lets get married tommorow papi. I need to put some emotional breakery on. When we kiss its like our lips are melting butter on fresh pancakes. Not the Microwave Kind. I hold him and everything seems perfect. Including Me. He has baggage from bitches. I have baggage from the stupid motherfucker. the stupid motherfucker that I fucking settled for over and over again. the motherfucker that ...

So I'm a desperate little bitch that needs a man to complete me I need to move forward from that So view them as accesories, not as life partners stop being so dependant on their affection to complete you Get in shape you mother fucker Get in shape Don't give up all your friends for a man Don't give up everything But love is so overwhelming Try to view it from a realistic perspective God he is so beautiful So fucking beautiful

Just live your life in rebellion Fuck Society Fuck Momma Fuck Daddy Fuck God What they told you as an innocent child was wrong. The shit they put into your head fucked you up. And now is your turn to pay those fuckers up. The newly confused consumated couple sits in the corner. Holding to the thin strands of affection they have just created. They sit and compete with the other couples in the restaurant. See who looks at the other ones more. Everyone is trying to break us up-...

So this is my semi bi sporadic annual cleansing ritual where I apologize for the things I cant change where I let you and myself know how thankful I am for your mere presence where I degrade myself and downshift for a while where I take all the horrible things about myself and lay them on a third world clothes line where I let you know how bad I really feel about myself so here we go here we fucking go I'm sorry for talking too much I'm sorry for only speaking dark words I'm sor...

What's Wrong With You?- The adorable boy says as he responds to the 200th compliment of the day. What's Wrong with me is that you're cute, you're almost perfect. What's Wrong with me is that there is almost nothing wrong with you. So You're a fucking Bisexual...... that's gonna be tough. But its not like we're gonna last forever anyways. Just hold me and tell me good things about me over and over again. Lets play emotional see saw like children in the park. Lets never play so hard t...

Abandon the Attention seeking -you tell the Middle Child that turned out to be a nymphonmaniac Bisexual I almost feel like I never got any attention -he tells you with his farmer boy smile complete with an early set of crows feet his plastic blue eyes amaze me because I know what lies beneath is a heap of confusion. Am I envious of his ability to hit that punani or Am I weary of it? He said all the right things at the right fucking time. And I want to be his. Will the fucker call? He d...

What beauty and despair can I surround myself with this weekend? What lives can I touch, What lives can I be touched by? I really need some Straight International Time but it seems hard to come by. I can't hang out with faggos all weekend. Or maybe I can. I just want Jimmy. Oh Jimmy wont you be mine. Stay here forever if not forever than just tonight. Jimmy you make me happy. Jimmy dont leave me for greener pastures. i'll make a beautiful home for you. Puff the Magic Dragon pla...

He pleased me like my lover never has. He pleased me like my lover never did. Whether or not he'll come around for seconds, who knows? Is it my dark penis? Is it my stretch marked stomach? Is it my non-restful personality? I know its not my race...... and that makes things so fucking beautiful. I want him to be mine. He asked if he could pack me up and take me home. But he never came. Bisexual Guilt I suppose. I miss him. And I really hope to see him this weekend. Hold m...

whatever happened to songs where you were allowed to question the Almighty? Where you were able to poke fun at the person up there? When did saying "Jesus" become just a filler for free time instead of a real question to whoever you feel God is? I've only recently found Janis Joplin and more recently rediscovered Dusty Springfield.... good shit man. It lets you step into the church and step right out, over and over again. It lets you step into a restaurant sunday at noon all hung over ...

I want you to feel sorry for me but not too sorry don't talk about anything horrible about "my country" even though I ran from it like a dirty mouse I'll sit and complain about your country and barely try to assimilate I have other dotheads to hang out with "Why learn the language" I say in my disgusting accent as I sip on some pungent curry curry, that makes you hurry hurry to the bathroom I reinforce the cultural standards and beliefs of "my country" to my morbidly confused chi...

please don't cut your curly hair, I love it says the river as he flows through my hair the river of life that kept flowing the river that is starting from these eyes your absense teaches me more than your presence like they always do I'm big black and beautiful don't you ever, ever, ever fucking forget that another drunk marine...... not a fucking marine he tells me not a fucking marine whatever big deal you're not military says the NRA fighter he's cute but he's insecure...

jon, so I'm not such a big slut anymore. I only fuck like once in two months. but almost everytime, I feel a tsunami of incomprehensible emotion and affection for that person. sometimes I'm able to remedy it by being a man. you know- ignoring my emotions or minimizing them like porn on the library computer. but this last guy.......... what a man. what a fucking man.

I'm here to serve you says the beautifully proportioned foreigner ' I thought you where American' is his response I'm here to serve you he says as he goes down on me over and over again he never came i came 3 times I miss him already Oh lord wont you buy me a mercedes benz my friends all drive porches I must make amends worked hard all my lifetime with no help from my friends oh lord wont you buy me a mercedez benz oh lord wont you buy me a color tv dialing for dollars ...

I turn to you when the world seems to crumble around me I want you to be my rock like the bible fucking told me Don't look away in pity blended with anger your fuel is my venom yet we work like a decapitated chameleon you're as reliable as the average liar and only sturdy in your anger but this heart beats for you anyways well at least until I find something better thats what we tell ourselves to keep myself sane what a sonnet I sing to you exceedingly subtle in its demea...