i get a bit lazy, when it comes to violence, i always prefer eating cartilage off chicken bones... then biting the chicken bone "heads", and then ******* out the marrow... but there's no chicken without the cartilage straight off the bones.*

yes, i agree,
prostitutes
talk about
as much as you
take to:
take to fulfilling
a comma's
worth of
breathing
orientations...
****'s good?
yup...
o.k., one hour,
and please,
never call me
honey
or cutie pie after
that past the hour...
i want to remain
as objective as i can:
the marquis le *****:
with a *****
at the beginning
and a ***** at the end...
i can't believe how
many times i yawned
listening to
this new yorker...
i had to slap and punch
myself in the face
reading a grey knuckle
bruise
on my ring finger
         to stay awake...
oh i don't spare
myself the damage...
that's one of the least
adorable aspects
of masochism...
    you can test your
punching strength...
if you can get some grey
on your knuckle
after punching your face?
you're just itching
for a brawl.