I need to hide under a rock for a while. I'm fearful of disappointment. I need the wind to switch up. I need to make toast. I really need to clean my fucking apartment. It's bad here, no clean dishes, no clean clothes, no clear paths to walk in bare feet, a filled up trash can, rotting fruit in the fridge, and cigarette butts overflowing in the ash treys. hmm...
well, I went to chris barr.com, maybe he can help me.
I need food. yes, hmmmm, food.
I miss being a fetus. life was good in those days. No light to bother you when your trying to sleep. Plenty of nourishment with no effort. Lots of crazy sounds. free transportation.
maybe I shoud just watch more T.V.

I was browsing the images that appear for the words "fuck hot" and look what I came across, a reverse racist poem. Beautiful.

I did it, for the first time. Robin's first snow angel is right in front of the music hall. The snow was so pretty and pure walking home I could not help myself from wallering in it.

vaginas are a different story, maybe women have a more difficult time because their chest are considered more visually unacceptable than male chest. of course that's only because they're so damn hot. red hot in my case.

haha, necked, ha. oh that's funny. Paul, what's the big deal? Why does it matter what mr ? said or posted. I missed it so... crazy. yeah. Scroll down and look at that boob I posted a few weeks ago. It's still there. Should I put a big X over it? Nah, who gives a shit,really? I reckon women are allowed to appreciate their bodies because for some reason they're more socially acceptable. Thank goodness I'm a woman. My exhibitionism has free rein of expression in all forms. Well, not really.