The red door's locked,
My brush is docked
Inside.
Ex axe sex acts wont burn the same,
Such a shame to blame the vane ~
The mother-load got towed,
To anothers bane,
Just a game.
"she's your problem now my friend"
Idk
Madame Tussauds was a trip,
And times square had a grip.
I wouldnt change a thing,
Except that wedding ring . . .
1 - Im good at pissing people off ?
(just ask my exes)
2 - ?
. . .
But seriously, it seems human nature to heavily adorn our flaws and faults and shortcomings, doesnt it? But when tasked to look the other way - see the other side, we find it difficult and humbling.
We can all benefit from being reminded from time to time - thank you Ms Kit ???
This white man truly bleeds for the travesty that was done to the true human beings of this land
??
I should tread lightly on my memory station,
And beware of mental masturbation.
Ive had a year where I made over 100k, and I've had a day when I sold my blood so I could buy a hot meal.
I've had a beautiful woman who loved me, and ive had an eternity to consider why/how I threw it away.
I've had a fast car, and I've hitch-hiked across the country with no particular destination.
Ive held love and ive harbored hate,
Ive been secure and i've tempted fate.
Looking back, are there things I would change?
ab-so-fucking-lutely!!
butt ☝️
Looking back, are there things I would change?
No
You can fight, and lament, and regret, and reflect, and suffer the never ending need to recover - but you know what?
Time will drag you kicking and screaming to your grave.
Guaranteed.
I dont have any tattoos worthy of showing off but this is my own drawing of one I want to get some day. Large across my back.
It would need some fine tuning of course for the tattoo artist.
noun
the emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends.
"old ties of love and friendship"
(google)
What does "friend" mean to you?
To me it means unconditional acceptance - to know my deepest faults and my deepest weaknesses, and love me despite - and not exploit. To need me in their life, as I need them in mine. A shoulder to waste my fears upon, an ear to scream upon.
To share tears with, and beers with and "god help me I cant make it here" with
An island in the wake of an early flood.
A chalice in the spilling of blood.
A resurection, a crucifixion - a chance to be understood.
To be battered and bruised, and subtly obtuse.
My mentor, my mat, my muse.
I walked a mile and they were there,
I walked 10 miles and they were there,
I walked a lifetime and they were there.
My friend ??
(I like speaking of myself in the third person sometimes - its fun, you should try it ?)
As promised -
What? Thats me, I swear ?
Yes, I actually do work like that ?
"now what did we learn Jack?"
never pose a challenge you're not prepared to do yourself
?
To all you beautiful people that participated in my challenge - THANK YOU!!
That was fun ?
Next challenge - show us your tits! ??
(cant make me do that one ?)
Show that ass!
(for all the "you first" - pah lease ?)
