December 2011
43 posts
I want to be your cartographer.
Let my fingertips chart the curves of your body.
With my nose, I will plot the dips of your neck.
And let my lips trace every inch of your skin.
I want to chart every curve, and every crevice.
I want to catalogue every fold of flesh and sinew of muscle.
Let me be your corporeal cartographer.
Maybe one of those maps will lead me home.
Our Society
Im posting this from my phone.
In the airport today, my family was sitting by the gate. Next to our particular gate is one of those Airport bookstores. My mother walked around it for a bit as we had time to kill. She walked back to where we were sitting and remembered she wanted to look up the name of a book she was interested in, but this is what she said:
“Oh! I meant to go look up the...
Mischief
I like to send my friends very inappropriate out of context IMs on Facebook, then pretend like I sent it to the wrong person and apologize profusely.
Not because I secretly want to say these things to people, just because I hope it throws their day off a little.
Or makes me seems more mysterious. Or kinky.
It’s been over a year since she broke me. I am past it, and a better man for it.
But I hate that I still dream of her.
I hate that in my dreams, I am happy.
Dear Wataburger Girl
I wish you knew what I know.
You’re gorgeous. You try too hard. You wear more makeup than you need to. You have possibly one of the most beautiful bone structures I’ve ever seen and your base only takes away from it. Your features are perfectly symmetrical and the half demple area created between your definitive cheek bones and strong jaw area make your mouth probably the most...
Apparently last night I threatened some freshmen’s lives. I regret nothing.
When I cum about a woman, I care too fast.
