...your cold, gray portrait
it was all high fives and smiles see you laters gone wild nights table tops and calling shots cartoons watched midnights past curfew and out- laws broken (we are) sons and daughters of ones who love loved ones in places dark now, tragic come what may, you may have gone now candles light your way back home, a granite wall I often kiss… a frozen memory of you I miss Wednesday...
I'll have a large hero complex with a side of...
As much as I hate being saved, I love saving others, but my disturbingly ginormous hero complex tends to get me into trouble sometimes, especially now that technology has deleted the need for virtually all human contact. (Well, you know, besides the whole “oh God yes don’t stop” kind of contact.) How am I supposed to know whether you’re sad, happy, or constipated when I...
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On The Merits of Premature Ejaculation →
youmightfindyourself: It occurred to me recently, under conditions that I leave to your ample and likely sordid imagination (how dare you), that the very concept of “premature ejaculation” in human males is a strange one, at least from an evolutionary theoretical perspective. After all, the function of ejaculation isn’t really a mysterious biological occurrence…it’s an evolved mechanism...
I think as writers we’re like maladjusted children in the sense that we don’t...– Ron Currie Jr
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.– Charles Bukowski