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"Hey..."

"Hey."




"I love you."


"..."


"Say something."

"We've been through this before."


"I know."











"I love you too.
I wish that I didn't but I do."

"I know."

"Do you know how difficult it is for me?"

"Yes..."

"I have to fight like hell not to tear up when I find myself thinking about you.
It's the stupidest thing.
I hate it.
But it happens and I hate it."

"I am sorry..."

"So am I.
I didn't... How did it even get like this?"


"I don't know.
I don't know."

"..."

"..."

"I miss you."


"I miss you too."


"I miss how you feel against me."

"I miss being able to be next to you and feeling so comfortable.

I wish I could be with you now."

"Me too."

"...
I am sad..."

"I wish I could be what you wanted."

"That's why I am sad






...because you are."
 
Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home
 
Ignor this

Because I need to come up with something to go along with a photo I am going to post somewhere else and photos go better with words

Particularly when the words make sense in some fashion

So I'm going to droll on and on until something clicks

But now I want to do it in a new post because this one has already been taken

So on your marks
Get sets

GO!
 
Lucid
Lust
Fucking love

Cracks and large bore blocks
Of piston force cumbustion

Cock rocket love
Of wet pavement dreams
In a sleep of tightly bound hair...
 
Walking words worth hearing in a whisper
Of a midnight daybreak
Where I am right now
Not wanting to think
But wanting to be
To be in a constant flow of thoughtless thinking
And not a pause to turn the dial...
 
To tepid work
And cutting climaxes
Too many want to have all the time

Now I need this to change
I am losing direction

I want cold river water
Crystal clear
The kind you want to tip a tin cup into
And have it feel as though you are drinking the winter air
In the middle of a summer you wish was over

Because it's too much
Too much

Like a party that never ends
A city that never sleeps
An unforgiving lack of recognition
That you can't keep up
That you can't stay in

And though they don't say it
It's implied that you are being selfish
That you are the one that is unforgiving in your lack of recognition...
 
Preach on preacher man
Preach yourself into your grave

Say hello
Say hello
Sing your words
Whatever it is that keeps you from weeping
Over all you feel like you've missed...
 
Missed mist
Out on the dock
Over glass-like water

A fish jumps
And separates the surface from the sky

She's afraid
Standing there on that dock

It's not where she belongs
And there's nowhere else to go

The only comfort she has is hidden below the surface
Behind the closed eyes of her lover's touch...
 
Giving orgasms give her purpose

Eventhough it's all just entry level work
No education needed

No personal effort required



Dead ended myself

Must... move... onward...
 
I typed myself done I think.

Hopefully I cleared a path for myself to write something decent.





I think I might spend some time now masturbating as I'm not really feeling all that ambitious to actually make my way to bed.

Which is pretty fucking stupid reasoning

But hey... I like orgasms so fuck it.
 
Sweet Jesus Fuck Am I Tired

Remember how I said I might spend some time masturbating last night? Yeah... that turned into an all night deal.

Can't say I'm all to proud of myself.

Nevertheless it all got me to thinking which is always good.
 
well... not always

A lot of it often leads me into either looking like an ass (dumb and/or otherwise) or actually being one.
 
I'm going to reply back to LizzieEr's PM to me now because I think she thinks I think she's an idiot. Which is not the case.

Carry on people... carry on.
 
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Remember the first blowjob you gave?

That feeling you had
The perfect blend of fear and excitement
Of knowing and not knowing what to do
--or how to go about doing it

But wanting to so badly.


Remember the knowing but not really knowing what to expect
The want to do good
--to please
To be the only one wanting enough to do such a thing to him
--for him
The want for him to want you so badly
To call you when he needs you
When he needs to feel your mouth around him
When he needs to feel you close to him
When he needs to have something to use
--and throw away.

Remember how you didn't expect so much spit?
The subtle grossness of feeling it cool as it ran down your forearm
The want to keep it from happening
The fear of it damaging the bedding below you
--your parents davenport
--the upholstery of their car
--his car

Or the thought of getting caught
Or how it made you want it to slide into you
--hurting you

Remember that want
--and going to bed with it
--and that deep need to share with someone what you had accomplished
That want to connect
--to find that club every fiber of you feels it now belonged to
--to find your people
--to not be alone with being with someone.
 
40-48 quarts of oil.

That's the average amount of motor oil in your standard line-haul semi-truck.

40-48 quarts.
 

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I can hear our neighbor upstairs walking about the place. I am not ready to be up yet but I don't want to blow the whole morning drifting off to sleep, periodically waking up thinking how I really need to get up but never really do and drift back to sleep.

Perhaps just a little bit longer...
 
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