Skip to main content

Featured

Throw a dog a bone

 Girls make a million excuses to avoid being with the guy who isn't the one they're interested in at that moment.  They keep a bunch of sausages on the backburner most times.  This one girl who I liked said her tonsils were out and she couldn't make it after 3 months of love emojis and this kind of thing. Then it was something else. She said she was in a dating relationship. Only, there was no evidence on IG. Women change their minds all the time and they don't like to be forced to meet someone.  Maybe they just like talking to you on the DM's for an ego boost. One thing's for sure though; If you try to force them to meet they back out quicker than an alleyway cat before a pile of exploding excrement.
Post a Comment
Read more

Pig face at the break of dawn

 I'm in a so-what-if kind of a mood. There is nothing and I'm okay with that. Just gliding along a plane of numbness, like a low-slung snow-king whose only crystals are the frozen water he holds sway over. 

Yoda was wrong. Do or don't do; it doesn't really matter. In that kind of space, you're wide open to experimentation. Tilling the ground for diamonds or interesting rocks. Either are interesting. One is interesting to kings, the other to professors. So what if.

Jack's friend said girls come and go. He was bored with the whole process at that point. Jack who was only yet to be initiated and would later become a drunkard believed his car-thieving friend. 

Pillaging new ground had become battle-worn and torn up and unfriendly as anything else in life, and now he just enjoyed making things difficult for himself and that included dramatic break-ups. 

And that is how it is when you're poor. Everything becomes a ritual and an event that has one aim: Proving that you're actually rich. That you're capable of making anything into a kind of wealth. 

Despite expectations. I have something called pig-face. it's the Caucasian condition.  


Comments

Post a Comment