You once spoke beauty, my heart didn't listen. For it is the touch of the vibrations of the beat of your heart that makes my insides quiver. Every since that day my ears have been open waiting to hear that sound again, loathing, lusting and just thinking about that memory.

You spoke truth, but my ears were closed. I lock the doors but now I live in the...what was.

Your lips, my thighs, your eyes.....




Who are you? Don't call me, we have nothing to talk about. Don't e-mail me, you're spam. Don't ask me to smile, I have nothing to smile about. I only have real conversations with real people. Think that you're a real man, ACT LIKE ONE.

I am a unique individual, I hate being put into groups. I hate authority for some reason or another.