Looks like a decommissioned bumper car in front of me on the on-ramp.
I’ll never understand people with crazy antennas on their cars. Serial killers maybe?
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Words from a sub who doesn’t use a safe word.
This is from a friend of mine who was describing her parameters as a sub.
Oookay cupid? WTF? Why would they suggest a 5% match to me. I wasn’t even sure two people could be that far off. Maybe she’s an alien? I guess she would be a good match if I wanted to hate fuck someone. Now that I mention it…maybe I’ll message her.
This old broad next to me at the doctor’s office is blabbing like a thirteen year old girl and she whistles all her S’s. The sound of her speech impediment with the smooth jazz being piped in at a volume setting of 7 (which is 7 more settings higher than it needs to be) are both making me was to reenact a scene from Falling Down.
Sinko de mayo.
L’art des noeuds.
This is beautiful. Not sure it serves any other purpose though. :)
When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.
That is the ocean I want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.
I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.
Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?
I don’t wish I was in your arms,
I just wish I was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.
Having a rage-y day.
The Bronx - Shitty Future
"slit wrists are the latest fashion, and your sheets see the dirtiest action.
we’re independent mammas. broke kids and loveless gutters.
we need an intervention baby, we couldn’t get much weaker.with neon lights for brains, here comes our shitty future.oh yeah i love those neon lights. here comes our shitty future!”
Feeling this right now…
The Bronx - History’s Stranglers
"I follow you across the county lines
And these beads of sweat feel like a flood
You motherfucker……I want your BLOOD!”
“…I knew love best when they, his fingers, were resting noisily on my hips or sweetly tangled in my hair. He would wrap himself around me and wander off to sleep, so I’d kiss his neck and follow him there.”
This is what’s missed when you have an empty bed. Why would anyone choose to skip out on this moment. Oh, and going to the same place without moving, there are no words.
Go go Gadget arms! Looks like I have gorilla arms.