Monday, November 12, 2012

dream 111,112

   (these doubts attempt to ruin me. is it a struggle with myself or a struggle against reality?)

I dont know how i got here but we are in bed once again.  the sheets consume us both as we grow with each others warmth. now the dark maroon abyss engulfs our bodies as i move to please you. you have a cock, that's something i never noticed before. its small, your testicles are bigger than mine but you penis is smaller, i think its cute.  i lift your butt into the air as i taste your balls and squeeze you.  the look on your face is beyond ecstatic then you cum, all over your bed and face. theres no time to lie down. you quickly shower and dress up take a seat in the booth at the waffle house.  you're in a hurry im having to hunt for you... when i find you in the booth you are ignorant of me as if im just another server without your refill.  i attempt to explain myself but you wont even look at me as if you viewed me with disgust.  appalled at you in realization that you were over my sex, and uninterested in my body, i move out to riot on the midnight new orleans streets.

(now that i'm awake and aware of my fucked up mind it is time to masturbate yet again)

Sunday, November 4, 2012

one more first try

the pond ripple has come to peak again.  swaying with the pendulum in absent orange myth, underneath the hollow forest, coaxed in green fleshy film. wear the animals, across your shoulders and around your head. we are the animals, breaking up boulders and decorating the dead. Where are the animals? they were much older than could ever be said.