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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January 7, 2005 by propagandhi
Your Complexes, please, lie about them don't address them and `deal with them` just lie build your life around lies if you have to. who gives a fuck Honesty is not always the best fucking policy your parents lied to you
January 6, 2005 by propagandhi
West Pac that is I remember things that I should have never forgotten and the juice juice and the juice consumes me I smell like I haven't taken a shower in days and perhaps I haven't marry me you son o batch---- that's okinawan for son of a bitch and the typically okinawan 1st grader is learning english like the hooker her mother probably was like the hookers they all are I love the underworld in Japan its crazy
January 4, 2005 by propagandhi
"What the fuck did you say" I can't believe you just said that. What can i do to make you know what a horrible thing you did. How can I make you realize that the words that came out of your mouth did a horrible thing. I could scream at you. But with the walls of intellectual resistance I would get no where. You would just argue with me until I gave up or you won. I could try to hurt you with words in revenge. But what you said has me breathing for air. Slap my Bitch up."
January 4, 2005 by propagandhi
Maria Maria Remind me of a West Side Story And the City, she spins me the right away all your obsessions within a block from here and the Puerto Ricans never ever ever ever stop So I relapse into my Island Identity and deal with realities I claim not to create But I am the creator God Damnit I create my existense And now that my misspelled epiphany is over I watch as the semen spills down my over inflated belly and the moans of a moment ago made it feel all the more normal Mad...
January 3, 2005 by propagandhi
6 day vacation from nothing special, A time to sit and relax. To realize how much I don't like where I come from. To realize that I am a product of my environment and that its okay. for drunk navy corpmen crying on my shoulder and wanting a piece of ass the next day. for feeling sorry for those younger than I. for the first time ever. he will learn. but I really don't care. sarcasm and the evil it spins. the crazy sense of making people feel left out. and the jokesters only la...
December 25, 2004 by propagandhi
i left my cell phone at home so I could take a break from it. during other weekends its done me good. this weekend its being mean to me. no phone calls, no feeling popular because I got 30 phone calls, no feeling special. this weekend I feel like a loner in the world and can't believe my baby isn't coming through for me. I've formed a dependance on the fucking phone and I don't know how to get rid of it.I crave its presence when its not here.I need to let it go. my baby sent me his...
December 24, 2004 by propagandhi
When I think about sex I feel a natural high an upper more lifting than a puff of a cigarette when nothing seems to be going right an indulgent sexual thought keeps me going perhaps because I grew up around tons of horny men walking my street tired angry oppressed American soldiers looking to fuck to release their tension and that seemed normal when nothings going my way i think about fucking so I can feel better getting laid is a horrible addiction i hope I don't fall too d...
December 23, 2004 by propagandhi
She walked in wearing stiletto boots First woman, wedding then honeymoon, This girl that i thought i knew so well Didn't know her until we hit the hotel and the music helps me deal she said so we turned up the radio and danced danced in the clean white sheets of passion dancing is a sin said the southern pastor i try to forget him as i climb climb the hills of this lonely valley village where people stay the night but leave before you know their mamas -------------------...
December 19, 2004 by propagandhi
They follow rules that they know create their own disadvantage and they look for reasons and make excuses for men worse than black bitches. oh you're nothing unless you get married, they could have a fucking american passport coming out their cootchie but they still fucking live like they're on the dothead express in a village without running water. the mothers want their daughters to get married into sadness and dismay. into 'being settled' they call it. but they know they bullshiting....
December 19, 2004 by propagandhi
Haven't even brushed my teeth yet but the head rush creeps in smoke from the pack the young sailor bought me he calls me from places unknown and makes unfullfillable promises I want a real man not a broken man my man was broken from when he was born i suppose but have i not fixed him enough he loves me for me not because I look like buddy holly I smell the patchouli vanilla and I want to go to boulder boulder ho's they wanna get with this sweet american sweat that drips on m...
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...